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dream fuckin’ big 

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Day 117

what does a person say when the words dry out?

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Day 117

The rule says “you can’t have it all”, but you always think you’re the exception.

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Day 118

I can’t get out of bed. It feels so heavy.

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Day 119

a little sip of hope and self confidence can revive. 

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Day 120

I don't wanna be the brightest, but I wanna feel bright.

I don't wanna be the best, but I wanna feel good.

I do not seek the hyperbole of every trait, but I wanna feel the bare minimum of ‘enough’. 

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Day 121

was I wrong?

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Day 122

Sometimes you rescue yourself by rescuing others 

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Day 123

What does it feel to arrive to the safe shore of your own mind?

How will it be when your inner critic decides to become a friend?

I am not okay and I feel it in every bone of mine.

I have seen people dying from cancer for the last month. I did not understand why would somebody choose to fight courageously and why would someone healthy like me be that tired, consumed and without any will to fight anymore.

The world is tragically vast and so does my lack of understanding.

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“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”

— Steve Maraboli

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Day 124

I hate myself

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Day 125

The heaviness never let me.

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Day 126

is it worth the pain ? 

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Day 127

What does it mean to be in love?

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Day 128

With all of these unparalleled stories,

what is your own?

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Day 129

Sadness never left me. It visits me like a disciplined employee. 

It knows its place and knows its weight. It sits there unhesitatingly crushing my ribs to dust. 

I don't know if I have it in me to fight anymore. All I know is that I am tired and I wanna break away from this world. 

The days are nothing but steady knives in my chest. My heart is not alive anymore. My tears have dried long ago. A soul only remains there lying between death and what is said to be a life. 

I wish this pain could go away, I wish my words were good enough to tell you that this pain is unbearable anymore. 

As you get older you understand that this pain is only meant to be felt by yourself alone. Even the people who you thought are closer to you than yourself are miles and miles away, captured by their own pain as well. 

I wish it was just  phase. I know that life is ups and downs, but I can not feel anything going up.

People keep telling me to have good faith and I do have faith, but I also happen to have pain. How could I make the two comrades and how could I mix oil with water

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Bountiful is your life, full and complete. Or so you think, until someone comes along and makes you realize what you have been missing all this time. Like a mirror that reflects what is absent rather than present, he shows you the void in your soul—the void you have resisted seeing.

The Forty Rules of Love – Elif Shafak