Being alone is hard
Dealing wirh someone is hard
Knowing is hard
Being ignorant is hard
Hurting is hard
Having peace is hard
Making sense is hard
Just living is hard
Choose your hard.
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Being alone is hard
Dealing wirh someone is hard
Knowing is hard
Being ignorant is hard
Hurting is hard
Having peace is hard
Making sense is hard
Just living is hard
Choose your hard.
But first, love yourself
If you think I always had it easy. Think again.
I might not survive this.
This time I really need someone.
Please.
I want to give up.
I want to surrender.
I want it to end.
I have enough.
Know that I fought.
Know that I tried to be strong.
Please know that I love you, and every single one of you is enough reason for me to keep fighting
But I am tired
I am in pain
I am broken
I am a mess
I am damaged beyond repair.
When doing my make up at 3 am doesn't make the demons go away anymore.
When staying under the shower doesn't make me calm anymore.
When sleeping all day doesn't give me peace anymore.
When stitching at dawn doesn't distract me anymore.
baby they see how I remain strong but they don't know those sleepless nights, crying, begging for someone to please save me and make it all stop.
Im so tired being strong. Sometimes, I want someone to care for me. Someone to hug me tight. I want someone whom I can cry on. I want someone to make me feel that it is okay to be weak and fragile.
You can hide.
shout out to forgotten asians.
shout out to south asians: asians from india, pakistan, sri lanka, bangladesh, afghanistan, bhutan, maldives, nepal.
shout out to ignored east asians from countries less romanticized than china, japan, and south korea: to mongolia, taiwan, vietnam, and further southeast to singapore, malaysia, the philippines, east timor, brunei, cambodia, myanmar, laos, thailand, indonesia.
shout out to ethnic groups within more known asian countries, like the tibetan people in china and the ainu and ryukyuan people in japan.
shout out to russian asians. shout out to central asians in former soviet countries, to people from kazakhstan, turkmenistan, tajikistan, uzbekistan, kyrgyzstan.
shout out to western asians in countries that don’t fit neatly into trivial western/european geographical boundaries of the middle east, of south asia, of europe, of africa.Â
shout out to mixed asians, to latinx asians, to black asians, to indigenous asians, to mixed south and east asians, and every combination.
asian people are more than just the same few ethnicities shown on tv.
AGREED. REBLOG THIS.
“The best way to begin the process of challenging and overcoming depression is movement. If you succumb and remain dormant, the roots of depression will wrap itself around you and trap you into stagnation. It thrives off complacency. Keep moving and the battle is half won.”
— Meggan Roxanne
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.
Im sorry, self.