Had the dumbest argument with Henry -__-
Is facetiming for an hour that bad?
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Had the dumbest argument with Henry -__-
Is facetiming for an hour that bad?
What I want is not enough but also what I do is never enough. Will I ever be satisfied or content?
If there really is a god out there, please take me somewhere else. Please take me to a world thats less complicated. Living as a girl is hard enough. Why do I have to feel emotions so strongly? If I cared less, would it hurt less?
I’ve heard the words: emotional, overreacting, sensitive. But really it’s all pointing towards crazy right? Pushing to tomorrow expecting a new day will calm the storm. Will that really help? So what’ll happen tonight where my mind eats away at what I barely have left. I want to tell you what I’m feeling and thinking but it’ll make you angry and hurt. I can’t talk about my past as if its a forbidden topic. With arguments similarities are bound to happen, so how am I supposed to react. This isn’t an excuse it’s a painful past I have to carry forever. No matter how many times I smile, I’m still damaged. I’m no fixer. I’m doing my best at things but it never feels like its good enough because it bites me back. All my effort goes to waste, doesn’t it? What’s the point in being genuine.. I really don’t want to be in this state. Relationships are hard; my mind grows tired. What is even normal anymore? Because I’m not. I hate it when my feelings are brushed aside, shut down, and disregarded. These words won’t matter.
im sure the amount of tears i’ve shed in my life can fill up a river for a village
Tiffany, why do you center your self-value around mere men? You are more than that. They are who are truly holding you back. Why do you help them? Why do you care?
I care to be loved. Familial love is all I know. I want to dedicate myself to someone in this journey to keep me motivated in order to move forward.
Maybe, you need to love yourself more. More than he will ever love you. Tiffany make yourself #1 in your heart. You will walk this adventure independently from start to finish.
One day, just one
I’ll take a deep slumber forever
And in that moment when I fall into the pit of black
Everything will feel just right
It will feel set in place
Who I am will be who I was
What I am will be what I was
I won’t need to find a purpose because there it will all make sense in my nothingness
All my scars and wounds will lift off
Every inch of pain I’ve come across will not matter
Because I am nothing and I have become finally nothing
A boy from outerspace
A girl with a clumsy heart
The two drift away
Not far apart
Tracing eachothers steps
Reminiscing ones line
We came to a conclusion that
Our meeting was the perfect time
You are so silly that I could scream
With you, is truly a rollercoaster
Where I am actually looking forward to the dips and trips
If riding with you was always this fun
Why didn’t I find this place sooner?
Meeting you was a bluff
A innocent arrangement in disguise
But it was enchanting
If I were to see you again
Would I fall for it once more?
I am feeling lost without your touch
Care to hand me some guidance
Could this be the one that could end my search for a purposeful existence?
Stages of Heartbreak
1. Confusion
2. Shock
3. Regret
4. Jealousy
5. Denial
6. Sadness
7. Madness
My heart is full and my mind went blank.
Do I deserve this?
You say not to treat you like a monster but tell me why I see horns of the devil on your head. Tell me why those abusive memories keep haunting back at me, inflicting my every move I make. Tell me why I live in fear more than ever and how I am in an emotional wreck because of how I was treated. You are more than just a monster.
Don’t share negative things.
I don’t think I can do this, liking you. Even if I am over him, I still have these wounds that never healed. I’m too sensitive; I really need to explain this to him.