I think I’m done apologizing for things that weren’t even my fault.
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I think I’m done apologizing for things that weren’t even my fault.
“Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.”
— Socrates
““i hope you find someone who knows when to give you space and when to hold you close.” - r.h. sin”
—
“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.”
— Mandy Hale
Because you deserve to get back just as much of the love you pour into the world.
k.b. // you do
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
I want a life without rage. Whether it is mine or someone else's.
- Chris Mc Geown
I was once in the space you're in.
I believed that people deserved this earth more than I did.
My heart broke at thought of others dying.
And I cried myself to sleep at the idea of living.
527 days later and I'm still here.
“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”
— Unknown
I was once lost in my dreams.
Lost in the crowd.
Frank Ocean lost.
Lost in the abyss in my mind,
I realised that the only way to find myself,
was to start recognising myself.
I had to find me first
because what's the use of looking for direction,
if you have no direction?
writing always feels like bleeding without restraints, without control
I want to lay in the rain
and have it soak up what's left of me.
Maybe it will cleanse me of this pain
that is not visible to the naked eye.
I hope this storm would wash me away
to a place of new beginnings.
Where no one knows me
and I know no one.