do i believe in romance…not sure. am i obsessed with it…absolutely
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do i believe in romance…not sure. am i obsessed with it…absolutely
Misfits… I call myself a misfit because wherever I go, I don’t seem to find belongingness. I’m still young but why do I feel so tired? Like all my energy is stolen from me or it's natural to just lose your spark when you are in your 20s. Is it natural to feel depression and anxiety at this age or do people just mold us into like this? This society promotes a proud life, where you should be successful and have a good title. I never understand why everyone is telling me how I should live my life and in the end, I feel lost because of too much noise. When I graduated, I never thought that I would be thrown into this reality where everyone expects too much from me. Like they expect me to be a robot, to be successful overnight, to figure life out. As a result of that, I started applying for jobs, getting interviewed, and getting rejected for the first time. Pressure is not something that I like, it is suffocating. I tried my best but no one ever told me that when I made a mistake in my 20s, everyone would mock me, laugh at me, and humiliate me. I look at myself in the mirror and I gasp, because I no longer know myself. She loses her spark and her ability to dream. Instead of walking proudly, I isolate myself, scared of what other people will say about me. Everyone gave their opinion, no one asked me if I was okay. No one showed me understanding and kindness. Nobody wants to help, they just want to criticize. Did I live to prove myself to everyone? Why do I feel like I owe them an explanation every time that I will fail in my life? No one listens, they don't understand the pressure and the guilt that eats you when you fail everyone in your life.
For those we couldn't save... including ourselves.
The eldest daughter's pain is the hardest to heal.
Our house is burning and I am a child who learned to love the fire.
Just kill me, take my life.
I always think about the concept of love letters. Like, someone taking their time and sitting down just to express their love and feelings for you. Someone writing for you and telling you how important you're for them. That's like such a sweet, loving and beautiful gesture.
I'd give anything to escape this poverty:(
Tomorrow, I'll start my day with a smile and happiness. Tomorrow, I'll open my heart to everyone, I'll smile and love everyone without condition.
Having a mental breakdown after socializing all day:(
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kingsandsailors
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
What I want.
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Alright, I need to remind myself that losing friends is normal.
Stop adding weights to my shoulder, please?
Stop adding weights to my shoulder, please?
It's my brother's first day of school as a 4rth grader and I can't help but look back on my childhood memories. When I was at that age, there was no anxiety or depression. I'm just excited to go to school and meet my friends. I love when it rains and my mother will come and get me at school, she will cook some noodles when we got home and I will wait while watching tv. Life is simple but now I can only look back, if only I can go and watch my inner child being happy during that times. When life is more meaningful when things are simple yet fulfilling. Being an adult makes me ache so much, and being an adult scares me so much. All the expectations, all the failures, and all the heartbreaks. I hope I can be a child again, I hope I can meet my inner child again.