#wordsbyme

[wordsbymp]

I would like to say how I feel, I would like to feel more. I would like to breathe easy. I would like to not walk on eggshells. I would like to not feel as if I'm broken, I would like to just know the answer of what do I do now.

wordsbymp

[jeniferscorner]

[regaleopie]

Here I go again

Questioning everything

Even my existence

Cause this morning I woke up with a fresh mind

Yet hours later, I’m buzzed by dark thoughts

Hot & cold

Feels like hell

But sometimes

My heart bursts from so much happiness

I guess

I’m Stuck between

hell & heaven

[alexandramollon]

Letter to my younger self: You are not a failure. You are a human- doing your fucking best. I promise you one day you will realize how important these moments are in crafting the masterpiece you’re becoming. . . Sometimes I like to look back at moments in my life I thought I would never get over and see how far I’ve come. I love who I am and who I’m growing into and I’m so grateful to all the versions of me who have been putting in the work for YEARS. . . Future self I promise I’m making you proud too 🙌 . . . . . #selflove #selflovejourney #words #poetryporn #written_by_me #poetry #wordsbyme #writtenbyme #yogini #mywords #summertimesadness #summertime #summerlove #raybans #potd #summergirl #happygirl #yoga #growthmindset #selfgrowth #sun #growthanddevelopment #sunshine (at City Park, Denver)

[madmob707]

If your reading this you an amazing person. Your smart, and brave and have a beautiful soul. I know you feel alone and like giving up. But dont prove people wrong. Let the universe play its self out. It will reviel your true path and bring lots of love and happiness.

Tanner blunck

[hiddenfromtime]

#dailythought #wordsbyme (at Central Indianapolis, Indianapolis, Indiana)

[ktorkody-blog]

Will you listen to my nightmares? Make them feel like dreams again.

-Ughherewegoagaindude.tumblr.com

[jeniferscorner]

Dear God/Universe/Creator,

I am coming to you with full vulnerability, transparency and in need of guidance. I feel so lost. In life, as a whole. I wonder sometimes if its selfish of me to ask for things when you already have other people in need as well. Ahead of the line, so to speak. People who are more in need or more deserving. So at times I refrain from asking in detail for things that I so desperately feel that I need or want. I often think to myself, “ The audacity of you to even think you’re worthy. What makes you think you deserve more out of life. Just accept the fact that, this is all there is for you. Got it? And don’t even think about disturbing anyone with these feelings. Keep it to yourself and move on”.  Afterwards I just go on with my day. 

Even the fact that I am writing this in this very moment feels like, its in vein. What’s my purpose for even doing this. Writing to you. Publicly at that. I don’t even truly know..but maybe if I just let my fingers move, I’ll eventually find out. 

At 8:09 am I am feeling empty. I feel close to no one. So I bury myself, deep within myself. In hopes of consoling this time instead of berating with detrimental thoughts and words. But most days I wake up feeling defeated. And admittedly, I cry. So much more than people know. I cry alone. So much more than people know. And I feel weak. I feel weak even confessing that. I cry because I’m tired. 

But so are a million other people, so who am I? Who am I to be consoled? So I cry alone. 

I sit in a cycle of nothingness, continuously. 

And I feel tired.

I should be further along in my life. And I sit here watching everyone live theirs. 

I try to live mine. Choosing to switch gears when I find myself in that abyss of envy. Focus on myself more and more. Remembering life is not a competition;  it is to be lived. 

But I sit here everyday feeling like I’m living mine, wrong. Because I, in my late twenties have literally nothing to show for it. Nothing to really be proud of.

So again...I cry alone. 

And hope for help.  

Your help. Your guidance and protection. 

I plan to pray for myself as much as I pray for others. Because for as long as I can remember...others mattered more than me...to me.

But I matter too.

I do.

.....and I cant forget, there’s power and beauty in my journey. My process.