ppl who graduated uni... do you ever find friendships like the ones you made in high school or does everything after feel meaningless and shallow and just enough to not feel lonely
and follow up question. how do you not explode from the nostalgia of it all
im getting really fucking sick of all this “it gets better!” bullshit. im going to have depression for the rest of my life. it’s not going to “””get better””” fuck you
Do I love him? yes. But do I like him? Not always.
I see him in parts of me — the way my eyes shine at the mention of my father, his does too, in the familiar look of awe, grief and anger. Maybe he's grieving a childhood he never had, maybe he's grieving the moments when he felt angry and hateful towards the man who gave him the world, grieving the feelings he had to hide because they were too much, dreams given up to be the man who takes care of everyone. I see him in fleeting moments, when I see him get me toys he couldn't have dreamed of as a child, or how he spends time with me, wishing that his dad would have done the same for him, too.
why does hungry feel like something only skinny people can feel? am i actually strong or am i just heavier than the rest? will i always be 20 kgs away from being treated like someone worthy? am i allowed to feel happy when someone loves me? why do i feel disgusted and embarassed when im loved? do i get to feel love?
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This is my home before the war and after the war how it became💔💔💔
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But we’ve truly lost everything.
We had a simple home — nothing fancy — but it was ours.
Filled with laughter, memories, and years of hard work.
Then, in one moment, it was all gone.
Our home was bombed. Reduced to rubble.
Since then, we’ve been moving from place to place.
No stability. No privacy. No safety.
Just trying to survive each day.
We also lost our jobs. Our source of income. Our sense of normal life.
We’re not living — we’re barely getting by.
This isn’t easy to share.
But we’re asking, with all humility, for your help.
We are asking you with all shame to support and stand by us in these difficult circumstances that everyone knows because we lost our home, our work and any stable source of income. Thank you all.
We have been through many wars before, but this war was not like the ones before it. Our lives were turned upside down. We became displaced from one place to another. We are the Anas family, residents of northern Gaza, specifically in the Shujaiya area. In the first week of the war, we fled our home because everyone considered our home to be in a dangerous area. We moved to the Rimal area, specifically in the middle of Gaza. There, we received the news that our home, which contained all our beautiful memories, was bombed. Suddenly, it was gone!!! Just thinking that your home, which you worked hard on and built from scratch and took a lot of your life, was gone in less than a second ! After a while, we left the sands to the Al-Zawaida area because of the heavy shelling. We stayed there for about two weeks, and then the terrorist army asked us to go to Rafah. We actually fled for the fourth time to Rafah and stayed there for two months, some of the most difficult days of our lives, as there was no way or means to live a normal life. 😔😔
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