Reblog if your emotional kpop support boy could be nicknamed bafoon
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Reblog if your emotional kpop support boy could be nicknamed bafoon
Been sending caring messages to some good friends after a few bad dreams. Woke up in the middle of the night and felt like I had to message these friends right then and there that they are loved, they are cared for, and I know they’re doing the best they can do I am proud of them. I won’t get responses to them most likely. But that’s not the point. As long as they get it and know what I said is truly meant.
Also, I fixed my inbox so I can now receive anonymous asks!!!
'Quit whining' I always say to myself. 'You literally don't have any big problem that you should be worried about, yet you pity yourself like if you were suffering the most atrocious of the disgraces.'
Whenever this comes into my mind, I feel an immense ache in my soul. Part of me knows it's true. Nevertheless, my other half remains stubborn and yearns for attention and healing.
Of course I do nothing about it. Why would I? They're people who's actually in great grief and sorrow; family, coworkers, friends whose troubles require assistance.
When I think of that, I can't help but coming in their aid. I hide away all signs of sadness and anxiety, so I can show them I'm there for them and, at the end of the day, I like to believe I did something good for the ones I'm fond of.
But after that, when they say 'thanks' and return to their lives. I end up the same, or maybe a little more bruised. The pain remains the same, and the lonesome grew bigger.
I always try hard to be there for the ones a care. But then again, who's there for me at the end? I can't complain though. They owe me nothing, they're broken too. How could I ever do something so selfish like demanding support when I perfectly know they're the ones who need it the most?
I'll help whenever I can, I'll be there whenever they need it. But deep inside I, too, need help, every once in a little while.
How come that
Empty hearts and
Lovers always
Plunge by their own?
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