#eacafeism

[escafeism]

Why do we try so hard for people who don't try for us

[escafeism]

It's saddening how a person can wake up one day and realize that she didn't feel the love she thought she had. How she confused the tears for the queer feelings a man gave her, or how she thought there were butterflies in her stomach but it's just the happiness that she's not used to experience. How she waited for the palpitations when he intertwined his fingers to hers, or how she waited for the beads of sweat in her forehead whenever he's being too honest. It's saddening how a person may realize that he's just a small organism when she thought he is the whole universe.

[escafeism]

Remember that you're not as desperate as he thinks. You are not desperate enough to believe his selfishness sugarcoated with comforting words. You are not desperate enough to scavenge minimal affection and attention. You are not desperate. You cannot be desperate over his pretentious love. He doesn't possess such power to destroy you and be desperate of him-- and never will he ever have.

[maartejade]

I don't want to have any regrets. I don't want to look back one day and feel even just a tiny bit of sorrow because I didn't do the things I should've done or wanted to do. I don't want to have any what ifs. This is why I take a plunge into an abyss of risks and uncertainties everyday. Because I don't want one moment of, "if only I have done this."

Late-night thoughts (m.b)

[escafeism]

"How to move on? Simple. Just honor your words. If you say you'll stop seeing her, honor your word. If you say you'll stop talking to her, honor your word. Just keep on honoring it until it becomes a habit. One day, you'll just see the word differently, and you'll be able to have your most awaited inner peace."

[escafeism]

Words can be hurtful or can be encouraging.

Learn how to respect other people. Think before you talk. Words can be quite dangerous. So choose nicely. You might not realize that you’re hurting some other people’s feeling.

[escafeism]

My mom once asked me whether I was having problems because of you. I told her no, there wasn't any. I told her that I am happy because I really am. What I didn't tell her was that each smile from you is equivalent to a tear every night. She didn't know that every time I think of you, all I ever think of were ways on how to make you stay. She is not aware that I am fighting for us alone. I didn't tell her that you have been the major cause of my miseries all this time.

what I didn't tell her