Monologue

You are my December, You are my snow covered home,  This isn't me pretending. You are all I need.

[danny360]

Everything I do is wrong. Is my entire existence wrong? Am I just placed in this world to suffer?

[danny360]

‪Some days I can’t help but find myself thinking, am I not worthy of compassion?‬

[danny360]

I don’t have anyone else to turn to anymore.

[danny360]

Why is this happening to me, again?

[danny360]

Some days, I feel like I’m walking in a minefield. The slightest mistake and that’s it.

[danny360]

When you put in so much effort, only for it to be forgotten and brushed aside.

[danny360]

Oh how fragile indeed is the flower of life That in one season, Full bloom And in the next, Gone and wilted... Away

[danny360]

Perhaps I'm not so good at saying how I feel but I genuinely feel happy that the people I once knew are doing well in life.

[danny360]

I used to wonder why people in my life always seem to leave. I realise now that maybe they were better off without me after all. Those who stayed, only suffered and Those who left, only prospered.

[danny360]

Perhaps its true. Everyone seems better off without me.

[danny360]

Sometimes I wonder why am I so messed up?

[wnq-writers]

I know you are strong I’m sure you already handled a lot of problems but let me help you let me take care of you let me stand by your side and whenever life seems to be dark let me be your light

 a.  (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

Javier Velaza (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I’ll never stop caring. But the thing about caring is, it’s inconvenient. Sometimes you’ve got to give when it makes no sense to at all. Sometimes you’ve got to give until it hurts.

Jonathan Evison, The Revised Fundamentals of Caregiving (via thelovejournals)

[humansofnewyork]

(1/3) “We got called out one day to assist a fuel convoy that was being pinned down by gunfire. They had stopped along an open field, and were taking fire from a tree line about 200 meters away. When we arrived, I noticed a small truck about 50 meters out. It had stopped on a farm road running along the field. There were legs hanging out of it. I was acting medic for the platoon so I went to investigate. And they’re obviously not combatants. It’s this family of six. I guess they’d been driving toward the convoy and somebody got scared and shot them up. It’s just a mom and a dad and four kids. And there’s this unique, awful smell when your guts open up. And everyone’s dead except the father and this eight-year-old girl who’d been shot twice in the chest. And she’s crying. And this wasn’t what I came for. I thought we were here to kill bad guys.”

[humansofnewyork]

(2/3) “All we wanted to know was who the bad guys were. But nobody knew. We were getting picked off one by one and we couldn’t find the bad guys. Some guy who was helping you during the day might kill you at night. The enemy didn’t wear uniforms. Far more innocent people got hurt than anyone else. It wasn’t malicious. It was just legitimately confusing situations. When you’re driving to a meeting and a car bomb explodes, suddenly every car looks like a bomb. And you’re surrounded by cars. And anybody could have a suicide vest. And you’re surrounded by people. It was threat overload. And it was mentally exhausting. One day we were driving to a small village to pick up a young Iraqi boy. We were going to fly him to the US for a rare heart surgery. And I’m in the back of the convoy doing rear security. And this woman in a burqa starts walking toward me. And I’m shouting in Arabic for her to stop, but she keeps coming. And I can see she’s carrying something. She’s clutching something inside her burqa. And she won’t stop. And I keep trying to wave her away. I’m screaming at her and pointing my gun but she keeps coming closer. And I’m thinking that I have to kill her because she has a bomb. I have to do it. And I switch off my safety, and I’m just about to pull the trigger, and suddenly she opens up her burqa. And there’s a baby inside.”

[smoothens]