White stripes,black...whatever color. I just gotta move on.
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White stripes,black...whatever color. I just gotta move on.
Never Enough
Never have been, never am, never will be enough.
For my family, for my friends, my professors, my clients. No matter how hard I try, how many hours I put into my work, how hard I had tried to succeed in school, how much of my free time I give up, it’s just never enough.
And I just keep burning out. The past few months have been so so tough with so much burnout. I’ve spend so many days in my bed just dreading doing anything, seeing anyone, taken so many “sick” days from work to avoid coworker and clients.
Where there once was a glimmer of hope that the future would hold better days, I’ve come to realize that I’ve run out of “better days ahead”. In elementary, it was high school. And when that was a dissapointment, I looked forward to college, and then to post grad and now that I’m here - now what? I missed out on my whole childhood and young adulthood trying to do my best for everyone else but I forgot about myself somewhere in there and now what. Now it feels like it’s too late. Now there’s nothing to look forward to from here until the day I die.
I’m sorry everyone (and no one in particular, because honestly, who am I even typing this for if not just the universe), that I haven’t and won’t be enough.
Some of us learn from others, some of us learn from experience. Except that those in the latter, they tend to learn it the hard way. I guess I may be wrong as this is just my own point of view and while I would like to think of myself as someone who know better, I am aware I have not seen it all. Truth is, I often wish I didn’t grow up so fast and expose myself so quickly to the cruelty of reality. Indeed, it is only a matter of time that I have to face it anyway, so what difference would it make? The difference lies the fact I probably would have my priorities straighten out and in place and that I wouldn’t be facing my thoughts and mistakes at 3am every single fucking morning. On the contrary, I am glad that I have been through what I did. It has surely build me up to become stronger and maybe a tad wiser. I know time takes time, but even with time, some voids can never be filled and some wounds will never heal. Time brings forgiveness and even jadedness, but we will never forget. The ones we have hurt, the ones who hurt us, whether we like or not, they always remain.
Credits my ass
Don't get why people asking for credits for taking the pictures of others.... As if people are gonna offer you a job to take their ootd for them. And yes maybe the photo looks perf but come on, let's be real. That picture you took is 1 out of 100shots. Worst of all is when the "photographer" comments on the picture like "omg so nice. Who's took it????" or "credits where?"just because the person posted it and didn't credit it. PLEASE. I don't see you crediting stuff you got from tumblr or Google. So please.
Look how easily you forget about me
L. O. L. at my parents tryna tell me what to do with MY body. I do not need to ask my dad for permission to do anything to my body, he doesn't own me. I am so done with my parents trying to control how much work I put into myself, and I really don't give a FUCK if that makes me vain. Can't wait to bust out of this place and figure shit out on my own. I would rather be poor and struggling to make ends meet than stuck under their power. I'm done.