God did not write a plan for me
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God did not write a plan for me
The people who don’t judge every word coming out of your mouth. People who understand what it’s like to be stuck. People who don’t discuss you the minute you leave. The people who quietly welcome you and make your presence feel wanted. People you can be confused with. People whose words don’t leave you confused the moment you leave the room. Those are the people you should never stop looking for, those are the people you should hope to become.
Life better make me a goddamn lemonade after throwing these shitload of lemons.
-an angry receiver
I stopped waiting for god’s plan since the moment I wondered whether I even deserve it.
“You must tell yourself, ‘No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, I’m going to make it.”
— Les Brown
The end of 2025 was supposed to mark an end to the wars and bloodshed that had consumed major powers across the world, promising a year of empathy, peace, and cooperation ahead.
Just three months into 2026, we already find ourselves knee-deep in violence— scared and uncertain all over again
It’s hard to accept how easily I became nothing.
Oh how I wish God had been a little kind to me..
It’s unbearable. Watching every person you know excel in everything they touch is unsettling. It’s not jealousy, not ‘why do they have it and I dont’. But rather the constant reminder that I probably don’t deserve the happiness everyone else got their plates full of. It’s the realisation of what I’ve always run away from, bad things happen to bad people.
Let curiosity get the best of you
In building a future to be proud of, don’t forget the self that first dared to begin.
“are you okay?”
no, I’ve been depressed since I was 12
I have been buffering since 2002
I can be my own Prince Charming