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so here we are

it's 2026. who wouldve thought that i'd get to live this long? im turning 30 this yr, and i remember thinking to myself back in college that id only live til 18. some things have changed, but some things are definitely the same. surprise, you're still single. some of your friends are married and engaged, and you're at a point where you've accepted the possibility that being in a relationship may not be for you. no one can tell you that you didn't try -- because you actually tried so hard. you were on dating apps for years, went on dates, and tolerated some shit from guys who didn't know what they wanted in life. it's okay, though. yesterday, you want out to see a movie with your mom and sister. and you kept thinking to yourself: there must be a reason why you're single, and i think it's because i would rather spend my free time with my mom and sister than with someone else. does it make sense? my sister is planning to migrate, and my mom is getting old. the truth is, i think my time with them is running out. not that i'm dying. we're just getting old. life, i guess.

honestly, i feel so lost right now. but it's not the first time that i've felt this. maybe it just feels a bit different because i'm a full-grown adult? but hey, if this isn't the first time that i've felt this way, then i'd probably figure things out.

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my senior dog passed away

and ive been crying so much

i dont know what to do with this pain

hello?

is anyone still here? lol

it's 2025, and i've been living on my own for 2 years. can you believe that? my 20-yr old self would be shitting her pants if she knew

where do i even start?

i started a new job, i met a guy, i've gained love from new and old friends, 2024 was a shiitshow, ive been physically active (and consistent with it!), i still havent figured out my life but i am generally okay.

i was in a bad state 4 yrs ago, and now we're here.

i am okay. i am okay

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shymagnolia

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

shymagnolia

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

youwillbeokayy

one day you will wake up, and live your life without some constant ache in your chest. one day you’ll look back at the angry, sad, lonely, desperate journal entries or suicide note drafts and realize that you can barely remember what it felt like to be consumed with such anger and sadness. because even though you may not be where you want to be just yet, you’ll be better. your scars will have healed. your heart will have healed. you will have healed.

and i promise, that day will come for you, no matter how impossible it may seem. all you have to do is hold on.

2906-200

I'm reposting this with happy tears in my eyes because I no longer remember how painful it was.

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I read the posts that I wrote years ago. Funny how some of the things that I wrote there were not true anymore, while some were goals that I actually am doing now.

Akala ko di na ko makakarating dito. Pero nandito pa rin naman ako.

#clarisse #c

M,

I just saw that you're with someone new now. My wish for you didn't take too long to happen. I'm glad you found someone to make you smile everyday.

Thank you for making me smile, too.

The-girl-who-wished-for-your-happiness,

C

M,

I still wonder if you're still lonely. Is it weird that I want to see you and to talk to you so bad? I guess it is. Years from now, I would be laughing about how hang up I am to you.

I hope you're not lonely anymore. If you are, I hope that you still find reasons to smile.

Your short-lived connection,

C

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🚩 red flag #1:

missing someone you haven't met

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I sometimes grieve for the person that I was

I haven't told anyone about this, and I feel scared whenever I think about this.

They say that change is inevitable and that it helps us grow into a better person. But sometimes, I can't help but think of who I was before and ask myself where she is now. I rushed into changing myself and every part of me so I could move on from the pain. But then I sit by myself and feel the fear, sadness, and shame. And I cry. I cry and cry, and I question everything.

Where is she now?

Where is the girl who was not afraid of anything? The girl who believed that everything would be okay -- where is she now?

But then I get scared whenever I see a hint of my older self.

No, not that chubby little girl.

No, not that girl who believed in magic and fate.

No, not her.

I grieve for her, but I'm also scared to be her.

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pagod na kong matakot

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