“I’m a great person,
I won’t ask to be loved.”
- Liberation Notes

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“I’m a great person,
I won’t ask to be loved.”
- Liberation Notes
Ya los viste juntos en el drama "Liberation Notes"🌻🌻🌻🌻
Son Suk Ku & Kim Ji Won
para @MarieClaire
neden her şey bu kadar sıkıcı? neden hep üzülüyorum ? neden herkes gibi mutlu bir şekilde gülemiyorum?
neden kendime bu soruları soruyorum? gerçekten bilmiyorum.
seni sevmekten kendimi alıkoyuyorum... gerçek olamayacak kadar iyisin... sık sık düşünürüm ve üzülürüm, neden benimle olmak zorundasın? neden zamanını boşa harcıyorsun? lütfen gitme, ama asla bana aşık olma...
Bir.. İki.. Dört.. daha kaç fincan kahve içmeliyim? kendimi durduramadığımda yine kötü olduğunu biliyorum. ama o acı tat sahip olduğum tek şey.
Keşke seslerini azaltabilseydim. daha ne kadar bağırmaları gerekir? ne kadar süreliğine? kulaklarım kaşınıyor, sağır edici..
how can i feel so lost when ive never found myself?
how can it be this overwhelming when im barely doing anything?
24.O4.22
scary, isn't it?
the way our minds shape us, and vice-versa.
but do we really have the power to change our thoughts? isn't the world around us who decides that?
i keep on wondering what would it be if i actually changed how i think and see myself. how would it be if i had the power to escape and set myself free? it feels like the closer i think i am to finding freedom, the deeper i drown in an ocean of sorrow and shame.
i wish i can close my eyes and escape. i wish i could strip my own body off and just run and run and run into whatever my soul is drawn to.
i used to love writing but now even the worlds fail me. the older i get the more i hate the details of being me. don't get me wrong, im not sad but not happy either. i feel something in between that i can't even find the words to describe.
i really wish i could run, run far away.