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I wonder what a relief it would be when I learn to love without conditions.
Without searching for validation. Without waiting for someone to realize I’ve loved them the way they wanted, and that now it’s their turn to love me the way I loved them.
Because I’m tired of always choosing a path that leads me nowhere, of always being the one who’s disappointed, of always being the one who asks for too much.
Sometimes I wonder who hurt Nick Jonas enough to grow into someone Priyanka Chopra would fall in love with.
How it hurts knowing that someone loves you so much and yet it's still not enough. Isn't it paradoxical that if they loved you so much, they'd do anything to be enough? But at the same time, it feels so wrong. Because maybe they can't be enough. Maybe they just don't know how to be. But is that really a reason to deny someone the love they deserve?
Sometimes I just feel sad.
Sad to see how many people are out there with unsaid feelings, unspoken thoughts while the other person has no idea about it.
It hurts.
Because humans should be there for each other.
To love, to understand, to care, to live.
But here we are, struggling alone.
Afraid they won't understand.
Afraid that they will avoid, ignore or deflect.
Or even worse, not even respond.
In a world full of “It is what it is,” I want to be someone’s “Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai. Kehte hain agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaho toh poori kainaat usse tumse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai”
Stroke your own cheek, use that sweet voice you save for people you love on you. Kiss a mirror, lay in warm water, use the good bubble bath. Light the candles and the fairy lights. Stretch. Drink tea or coffee or cocoa, simply find something to keep your hands warm. Read or draw or color. Become the thing that keeps you full at night. Watch sunsets, wear fuzzy sweatshirts. Be the softness you want to see in the world.
Anaïs Nin
I'm just done with those who don't appreciate me. I'm choosing to see myself. I will no longer be waiting for their love or appreciation. Because from now on, I'm gonna appreciate myself the most. To hell with you, you ungrateful bitches!
It feels like I'm in the same situation where I was all these years ago.
Drowning into the sea of escapism to avoid this never-ending train of thoughts and this lack of inactivity. I wonder what it would be like to be in action, take control of yourself having no guilt of not doing anything.
Most of all, I wonder what it would be like to love myself and not judge myself so harshly.
It's just a fucking cycle happening all over again where I tried to hide all of myself so that nobody could see the embarassing me.
I hate how I'm so incapable of loving myself over someone else's opinions.
I remember those days where I spent myself drowning into books to avoid what's happening around me and the thoughts that kept me from myself. I just got so used to those thoughts not being there that I stopped thinking. I stopped reacting to things and situations, just to wait and analyze the situation for later when I'll be in my own safe space.
Loving someone by sacrificing your self-respect is you being weak. But isn't loving unconditionally is what everyone wants?!
I hate how my mood goes from amazing to ruined, by just walking into a room with tense energy all around me!
Surprised how no one talks about transitions. Whether you're going to a new university and starting a whole new life, whether you just had a baby and how life changed drastically, whether you just moved into a new place which which can feel overwhelming for months or even just getting cats and adjusting to their schedule is difficult? The hardest for me? Transitioning from the escape I needed to survive in childhood, to finally being in a safe space… and then leaning into it so much that I don’t want to leave that fucking comfort zone.
Some people stay soft no matter what the world throws at them.
I envy that.
Because me?
I carry fire.
Anger at the world.
Anger at myself.
Moving on from your ex, huh!?
I'm still hung up on the fact that I can never get the love I needed from my parents.
The one who always ends up alone.
The one who always feels misunderstood.
The one whose emotions are always too much.
The one who watches but rarely speaks.
The one who feels everything but can't explain it.
