Nadine's diary

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Dear Nadine,

You will get what you want, and next year at that same time, you will look at this message that I wrote for you, and you will smile joyfully.

Be Happy,

Yourself a Year Ago.

[28082000]

@championistic.co

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

You hear me out

I believe that you do

But I am still lost in a realm of vagueness

Don't leave me to my brutal consciousness

I thought that you would be mercy on me ?

All I can see is absolute agony

Don't get me wrong. I am not opposing your fate

I am only here to know my gate.

My right gate ..

Will I ever find it?

I only want reassurance

I don't know where I am, who I am, what I am

And why ? That's an excellent question.

[poetry-siir]

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

I sometimes don't know what I want, why i am here, and what i am even doing..all of these questions are going on in my mind endlessly. Even though I try to shut them down, at some point, there won't be any escape. I am a living contradiction.

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

Hello strangers again, I am back.

Burdened with heavy doubts about myself.

I even ran out of words and have become linguistically poor.

Nonetheless, there are tons and tons of unspoken feelings within me.

I know that I am not the only one here feeling this way.

I am sick of carrying on and want to reach a safe place.

A place where I could mute my poisonous thoughts that might get all of my embers snuffed out.

My light has gone away, I am simply tired.

[writingdotcoffee]

“Write while the heat is in you… The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with.”

— Henry David Thoreau

[thoughtkick]

“Listen to silence. It has so much to say.”

— Rumi

[thoughtkick]

“The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.”

— Robert Tew

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

How strange it feels!.. grieving over you as though you are deceased.

Knowing well, you won't be back and I can't have you back.

How odd it is, not wanting you back, while shedding tears just by remembering you.

How cold it feels! Loving someone dead without hope for their comeback

How weak I feel, being hopeless, yet remembering you anyways.

[screenshotwings]

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Dale Carnegie

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

All my pent-up feelings that I won't share ever again in my life are killing me inside day after day, nevertheless it is better not letting them out, because the more I let them out, the more I keep remembering that I'm in total unbearable pain and wrecked. I keep ignoring them, til they die over time or I die over time, whichever happens first, nothing matters anymore.

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

How could love turn to pain and hatred? How could you hate after you have loved? It wasn't love, maybe that was selfishness and egocentrism, love shouldn't turn to hate. Love always stays love, no matter what you will always find a way or an excuse to leave it as It is.

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

There is a lot to say but I can't find appropriate words to describe it. You know when you are home, but still you feel threatened by anyone that can break into. I just feel the same. I feel that I belong, and right after I feel threatened. I feel thrilled and I feel numb altogether. I feel ecstatic and I feel down. I don't know how to describe all of this in a word, but confusion. I am a walking contradiction..

[nadinesdiarys-blog]

I'm content that I've made it to the end..

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Maybe my one and only mistake that I was scared, and I never took an action. I just stayed silent, I regret every time I sat quiet with no action, yet deep down it was aching.

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I reckon, I will be alone in this journey, I don't enjoy anyone's company. I like how boring I am and how things are just so quiet, and I really do hate the fuss, that's why I am gonna be all by my own in the end. I am not meant for anyone and no one is meant for me, I am just okay on my own way, nevertheless it is not really bothering me, I am used to being alone.