“Allow yourself to love. Allow yourself to suffer. Allow yourself to change. And allow yourself to move on.”
— Juansen Dizon

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“Allow yourself to love. Allow yourself to suffer. Allow yourself to change. And allow yourself to move on.”
— Juansen Dizon
[agony]
and when the pencil hits the paper I swear I hear your screams,
or is it just the voices in my head?
*it starts raining*
me: yes
*lighting appears*
me: yES
*thunders explode*
me: YES
*raining intensifies*
me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS
“Those who are heartless, once cared too much”
“I think I spend too much time thinking about death”
"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory..." -Hamilton
What do you call that feeling that you get in your chest when you think about someone? It's almost as if your heart is swelling, or perhaps someone is standing on your chest. It's almost overwhelming, but it's not a bad or panicked feeling either. You get it whenever you think about them, especially when you miss them. You always want to talk to them and be around them. They make you laugh and smile. And even when you're being a complete pain, they somehow seem to deal with you.
The feeling is almost scary, you almost seem too scared to admit to feeling it. Even after the swelling chest and heavy breaths, it seems only they can bring relief.
Even though weird and somewhat terrifying, it isn't entirely unpleasant. Obviously it can be quite the opposite. It's hard to explain considering this is something that you might never have felt before or it has been a very long time since the last time you felt it.
I just don't know how to feel about it
Why do people always have such high expectations for me? Why do they put so much pressure on me like that? Don't they know I'm just going to disappoint them in the end? I'm sorry I can't be the perfect person you want me to be.
“My trust is so fucked up to the point that I expect people to do me wrong and be shocked as hell when they don’t.”