The journal of a junior copywriter

Written in unconscious mode. Coffee?

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Since when you become selfish?

Since I owe happiness to myself

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She knows what's best. She knows what's right.

And she won't even bend

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Not sure how I become so religious. Religiously ignoring those who hurt me

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If you see someone’s drowning and is too weak to move their feet. Would you jump in the water and instruct them how to swim with the hope that they can help themselves out from the deep? Or would you just grab their hand and pull them up?

You see, this is a logical analogy about dealing with problems like depressions. What depressed people want most is someone who really knows what they feel.. Why? Why they feel heavy at heart and how could such a huge emotion could stay in it for so long? 

Don’t start to wonder, because you won’t find an answer. Because simply, they are not you. You are not them. 

It must have hurt so bad regardless of the length of the scars. If it didn’t hurt, it wouldn’t have been painful. 

You’re not there to measure how long their scar is or how many of them, and make a calculation on how many stitches they need. You’re not there to tell them they’re wrong. You don’t tell a scar to stop bleeding. Scar can’t hear you.  

If you only come to bring bandage to close their thought, you must have put it on the wrong place, because it’s their feeling that’s hurt.

I hope you don’t make a judgement to a depressed person.. because it will only make them drown even deeper. They don’t need your sympathy. Because sympathy doesn’t make you understand a depth of a scar. 

But a sincere empathy does.

I hope you never hand them a ‘how-to’ guide and ask them to study it because chances are, many people have handed them those books. 

I hope you sit there beside them and maybe.. maybe.. dare to try wearing one of their shoes? Perhaps if their shoe makes their foot hurts, it might hurt your foot, too?

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Thank you for all the bricks you neatly placed one by one Not to build walls, but to build a sacred path for yourself to enter my life . To the man who stole my heart Thank you for making my heart, your home

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Thank you for loving me, even on days when I don't feel like loving myself

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Words are cheap no one would trade a diamond with a single word not even if the word is 'Love'

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What if your mind wandered and never came back?

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On your gloomiest midnight I will stay Just as you would on my most-fragile day

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God heals me not in the way the humans heal because people fail me I know You won't

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No I don’t want your flowers I don’t even want a rose I want attention, emotional connection, deep conversation and lots of meaningful, midnight thoughts to share

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I fell in love with you because you weren’t afraid to show me your imperfections. I fell in love with you because you weren’t afraid to take risks, to speak your mind and when i’m about to give up on everything you tell me it’s all going to be fine. I fell in love with you because you’re always supporting me, checking up on me, finding the good in me. I fell in love with you because you treat me with such a level of respect that I cannot even begin to explain. I fell in love with you because we are not only lovers but also bestfriends, I fell in love with you because I see myself with you until my life ends

Nari  (via wnq-writers)

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You’ll eventually understand why every choice you made in life was the right choice because every path you took lead you to this moment. And you are now and always forever broken, forever becoming, and forever changed.

Juansen Dizon, The Butterfly Effect (via wnq-writers)

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Best Mom

I used to think that when someone says, “My Mom is the best!” I always reply, of course she is. And so does every other moms out there. Isn’t that’s what she’s supposed to do?

But as I grow older, I learned that there are many types of moms, ignorant moms, average moms, and yes, best moms. I don’t know which one is yours but if your mom doesn’t even think about her own needs until she provides you with all you need; yell at you when it’s time for dinner, cook for you and your friends when you’re at home, couldn’t stand if you’re having a trouble, offer you a hand to help you get back on your feet when you know she’s having a hard time – and most of all, never demands anything in return – you just have yourself the best mother. Be grateful for her, and thanks be to God.

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I can be as good as you want me to Or as evil as you turn me into

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Some wounds don’t heal What could be more painful than accepting that?

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Sometimes our head becomes a scary place Where insecurity befriends worry We become the person we prefer to hide

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