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The goal is not to become emotionless.The goal is to feel all emotions, but know which ones are worth acting on. That is growth.

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251.
The goal is not to become emotionless.The goal is to feel all emotions, but know which ones are worth acting on. That is growth.
I am not taking a risk
Not risking it pals
U know what I want potato of luck
Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.
This shit is so old,
When I’m depressed, I retreat. I really don’t want to be around anyone so that I can deal with it, accept it, heal my wounds in privacy, and eventually move on.
And when I’m up, I don’t want to be around depressed people either. Like fucking get over it and figure it out.
What am I supposed to be doing?
I am miserable. I am uninterested. I am angry.
I am stagnant; stuck. But lost. Resentful. Clouded.
But contradicting.
I want community. Love in all forms. Happiness. Peace. Resentlessness. Safety. Comfort.
But I look at everyone as liars. Maybe I’m a liar, too.
a quiet soul..
poem from my third book of poetry titled ‘transformed’ available on Amazon!🦋
I'm sorry for all the times my mental health made me a bad friend.
I wish i could just leave everyone behind.
Why is this my face.
I’m bored with my friends. Bored with my life. Bored with my job.
Nothing is enough for me. Not even myself.
I am not loveable. I’m miserable. My misery definitely seems to want company for some strange reason.
I think I’m meant to be alone.
despite all my rage i am still just a girl in a room
I don’t think I’ll ever truly fall in love with myself. It comes in waves & it seems very conditional so even when I feel like I just might, it never lasts.
I wonder if that’s the type of love I give to people, too.
I dont think some of my friends think I’m pretty. I’m not sure if this is bad though.
But I noticed they hype each other up more. Post about each other & let’s really face it, girls like to show off their pretty friends ya know?
It’s okay I guess.
sade was feeling it that night
“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”
— unknown (via hatin)