Eternal Agony

[justgivinin]

Thought starting over would get me somewhere, but all I got is torture.

[justgivinin]

It’s never too late to start over.

[freak-a-lick]

you don’t need perfect conditions to start. you just need to start. five minutes of focus is better than waiting for motivation to come.

[coquettishpink]

[williamcorystanley]

For some reason, I can really fake my social skills when I'm forced to interact with someone who likes to talk, but I fail miserably when confronted with like awkwardness. I don't know what you call it clinically, maybe social anxiety? I walk away from talkers feeling worn out and doubting every single word I've spoken, often replaying the conversation a thousand times in my head. But when faced with another socially awkward person, my blood pressure is suddenly off the charts. I start sweating, saying stupid things, clearly looking and acting strange.

WCS

[justgivinin]

It's always either about you or us.

Expecting more from people gives you nothing but regret. And, as far as I know, people think what they think, do what they do, want what they want. If this is a problem to you, then it's surely your business.

[originalferal]

Writers have ruined me in a lot of ways. They lied when they said pain was beautiful, they lied when they romanticized it.

I don't look beautiful when I look longingly out of my window; my room is a prison that I've come to love, I don't look out of my window, it is always shut. There is nothing I wish to see.

Moonlight doesn't sparkle my tears when they roll down my cheeks. I cry burying my face into my pillow; no one sees me, no one is allowed to see me.

I don't look beautiful when I take deep breaths, I don't look beautiful when I desire the undesirable, I don't look beautiful when memories torment me. I don't look beautiful when I realise all the ways I've betrayed myself.

A lot of people have ruined a lot of songs for me. I carry my histories in someone else's music. A lot of people have ruined a lot of books for me. I carry my stories is someone else's story.

A lot of people have ruined me. No one sees me, I see no one. I don't exist.

[justgivinin]

life's always about choices. Isn't it?

You either choose black or blue, it's your choice. You either choose chocolate or strawberry, it's your choice. You either choose math or science, it's your choice. But, why is it that there are only two options given? Doesn't life have an infinite existing number of choices?

[justgivinin]

it's sad how your actions speak and go in different directions.

[leftperfectionmoon]

“at least you didn't have to—” NO SHUT UP just because you had it worse doesn't make anyone else's trauma and problems easier. you are different. everyone you meet is different. let people have their moments to talk about their sorrows even though they might not seem like real problems to you.

[justgivinin]

not yet ready to put in such effort.

[justgivinin]

fall in love.

[justgivinin]

we all have someone who stop us from doing what we want.

[lovealwaysandforevermore]

Don't let it be you to stop yourself from what you truly want, need, and desire.

[justgivinin]

hold barriers around you to keep you away from iniquitous, lewd and cruel people.

[justgivinin]

clear skies, she cries

midnight walks, she talks

bright rays, she prays

vulgar revile, she holds your fate in her hands.

[justgivinin]

he made you feel like a bawd when all you did was talk.

[justgivinin]

change yourself completely or don't change at all. Be ingenuous and let them hurt you. So, you can become the devil they've always feared.

[justgivinin]

Evolve or Repeat.