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Don’t settle for nice, for pleasant, for familiar. Keep looking until you find something that really moves you, that resonates with your core. And I mean this for people, for interests, for hobbies, for your possessions, clothes, music, books, art. Everything. Curate every aspect of your life, as much as you can. It’s in the things that deeply inspire us that we find ourselves. Surround yourself with truth, and you’ll have built yourself a heaven.

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It hurts a little less every other day. I still cry almost every night when I’m alone. The silence of the room and the loud noises in my head gets me every time. I haven’t figured it out a way to stop the memories from coming to visit, but I’m getting there. My heart feels heavy still, not as heavy as the day I knew it was over and watched you leave. I’m starting to find some pieces of my broken heart, I’m trying to fix it but they don’t seem to fit anymore. I guess some parts will always be lost, but I’m starting to learn that that’s okay. I think I will be okay.  I will be okay.

G.P., SEPTEMBER 19, 2016 2:29AM (via wnq-writers)

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When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

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I’d be lying if I’d say it didn’t sting. ‘Cos it does, it still does. I wish I could honestly say you’re happiness is mine too, but seeing you happy with other people hurts me even though I know it’s not supposed to. I wish I could put on a fake smile and wholeheartedly wish for you to have a good time, travel, and enjoy whatever you’re doing with those people, but I can’t. I just can’t stand seeing it all. I can’t look at you with them and not wish that it was still me, that I was still there with you, that you are growing, and going to all those places with me. But it’s not. And it hurts that it’s taking me such a long time to accept that. It pains me to see you go to all those places I once thought and believed to be specially ours’. It makes me sad to see you happy in all those places we spent our special days on. I once thought that those places were ours to go back to, enjoy, and reminisce. But it turns out I was just a temporary person you went with on all those places.

That used to be one of my most favorite places, because you knew how special it was for us back then. The times we spent there together used to be one of my most favorite memories. But I can’t think of all those good days anymore without feeling this pain too. You took them to all those places that we went to on our special days and you all made sure I knew and saw that. And I did. My friends made sure I knew about it too. I tried to avoid it but I still found out. And I clearly saw how happy you all are. How much of a good time you had. I saw it all. How you are slowly erasing all the memories we made there together, and how happy you are to make new ones with new people. But I cannot blame you for it. Honestly, the worst part of it all is knowing that it’s wrong to feel this way but I can’t stop it. I will try though. Now, I’m letting go of all the special things we used to share together, knowing well that it don’t mean that mean much to you anymore.

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Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.

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It’s pointless to hide anything, when the one I’m hiding from, doesn’t see me anyways. Invisible is not hiding. Screaming secrets in an empty room are not revealing.

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Hi. It's been ages since I wrote anything here. No one bothers to read anyway. You know, sometimes you search for a safe place to pour out your thoughts but sometimes, I think it would be nice if someone actually listens to them and at least tries to understand. But even if no one does, I'll keep writing to you, ‘cos I still don't know how not to. If the only way to reach you is in some distant letters you may never get to read, I'll take it. Maybe it's even best that way.

It’s a mystery to me, that in this lifetime, we are under the same sky, stares at the same sun and stars, pacing through the same time zone, breathing the same air, yet it feels like you are a universe away. And everyday, you are farther and farther away. It’s like the only proof of love I have left of you, is the aching echoes in the spaces in my chest where you once shone the brightest but now dims the darkest. You are a ghost in the abandoned home that is my heart. It’s been a transient house to people, but I hope someday, someone will finally stay.

Will this rain cloud ever go away for good? Send me some sunshine in. It’s been grey for a while.

Until then, I’ll wait for the day when finally, quiet Sunday afternoons don’t torture me anymore. When this lazy day is peace and not loneliness. When finally, I can say, I’m okay and actually mean it.

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