I feel NOT OKAY!
I am LOST!
I feel like I’m NOT MYSELF!
I feel NOT HAPPY with myself!
When would I get to my old self again, the times when I was happier, okay, knew what I was doing and had a control of my life?
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I feel NOT OKAY!
I am LOST!
I feel like I’m NOT MYSELF!
I feel NOT HAPPY with myself!
When would I get to my old self again, the times when I was happier, okay, knew what I was doing and had a control of my life?
It hurts every time she smiles!
It sucks every time she tells others that it’s okay!
It pains every time she tells one of her triggers to not feel bad for walking all over her.
Would this pain lessen any time sooner?
Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"
That lonely cup of coffee craves to have a companion…
That window craves another soul peeping out of it…
But she wants people who can understand her, show her love and be there for her and not just be bystanders of her shortcomings.
Nature has a unique way of making you feel alive
what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.
No-one really bothered asking me these questions ever.
That uncomfortable feeling is back, that love-less vibe is back
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Yet this ain’t surprising her.
She’s used to this, she’s used to all this and more and she’s gonna get through it she knows.
The audacity of my brain to go back to its old de-generative ways of self-loathing, hatred and careless attitude towards my own very self.
Hello to her reality check!
Heard you were away for a sabbatical, when she thought people whom she would die for would do the same for her.
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Well these so-called "her people" have decided to leave her high and dry in her state of need. She needs them to be there for her more than anything, but well, they've decided to live in their own whimsical world without a fuck about her.
How much love and care can she pour out when she knows she's being emptied out and hollowed inside without a refill!
I'm sorry...
- I'm a terrible friend -
I'm sorry. i'm sorry!
I'd love to life a fantasy life where I get to relish a handsome pay without having to work for it
She's big pile of mess, she's unable to process things that are in her head. She's scared she's fuck it all up. She has no control over her being.
She needs help to cope up that pent up emotion. She needs a breather. She's sure she'd lose every happy thing that she's gathered over these past few months.
She's a lovesick fool now, who cannot express herself
I lie with a straight face, I am a bitch on the inside and yet you'd feel I am angelic on the outside. I'm a mess. A deep dark mess. I know I do not deserve love. I know I need to be left all alone by anyone and everyone wildly associated to me.
Jane Austen - "Sense and Sensibility"
I have become inefficient with everything that's going on. Unable to work, unable to connect with the human I am to tie the knot with. Not that I don't want to, the circumstances do not let me.
I am trying and struggling and falling again. Juggling between so much, it is crazy.