It’s so good to not be around people. Tokyo can really get to you when you’re exhausted. Especially when you feel gross, and kind of sick because you only slept 2 hours, and you’re not dressed in anything fancy, and tired from working, then you go home on the train and you pass by hundreds of beautiful beautifulllllll perfect from head to toe Japanese girls and now all of a sudden you are everything you were before but depressed as well T_T it sucks. I swear girls here are so perfect.
Perfect hair, perfect facial features, perfect hair, perfect style, perfect skin, perfect smile, and to top it off they are prob all in their 30s and look younger than me. *sigh*
I want to become that perfect. It’s such a shallow goal but oh my god I know other foreigners who live in tokyo must feel the same way (/ _ ; ) the pressureeeee, the pressure to be beautiful and confident.
anyways that kind of went in a weird direction, but it’s true! Besides the usual self loathing, the first day of teaching was quite awkward as I thought, but everyone is so nice so I appreciate that.
Hopefully it will get easier from here.