Jun 8, 2025
أودّ أن تستريح رحالي على ساحة صدركَ الآن.
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أودّ أن تستريح رحالي على ساحة صدركَ الآن.
هل رؤياكَ حقيقة ؟ أم أنه وهمٌ يعاش في فوة الخيال.
هُنا في مكاني حيث اللاشيء أنتظره وينتظرني، سوى الهواء يداعب وجنتاي وخصلات شعري.
What is rejection?
Is it the just a reality of being a human and knowing that it may not always work out, and that’s just it? Or is it the universe sending you a harsh but needed to be said messege ‘THIS IS NOT FOR YOU’ or ‘QUIT WHILE YOUR AHEAD’ or ‘ERROR: UNAVAILABLE UPDATE’? What if this is just the cross that I have to bear right now, and if I quit now, I regret it for the rest of my life? For example what if I never take the rejection that comes my way at face value and waste my life away rotting in career that is simply not even for me? All for what? A resume? Some law school application? These things feel far, so far that it’s getting more complicated to picture? Why is it so easy to picture when it becomes worth it and so hard to picture getting through shit itself?
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I break myself apart To make a mosaic Hoping you will love the pieces Arranged into the perfect image Better than you did the original But so many pieces got lost And there weren’t enough good ones Now I can never resemble before I cant assemble myself anymore So now I’m just broken pieces Clinging desperately to a canvas Wishing someone would call me art
Current mood:
it's like - when i go out i always make sure to cover up (i never wear just a t-shirt if i can avoid it) and god forbid i wear something as revealing and tempting as long socks and overalls. there's a pair of socks in my dresser jade liked - knee highs with ghosts on, i wore them that summer and she always asked for pics - and i can't stomach the thought of wearing them. i feel, for lack of a better word, jaded. wear modest clothing and don't show your face online and if someone compliments you run like hell. it's weird knowing other people don't live like this. it's weird knowing my friends don't know.