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@uhmmarviinnn
my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me
Lowkey afraid to try to have an emotional connection with anyone because whats the point
you're honestly stupid af if you screw over someone who was all about you.
Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose to honour my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met. I choose to make self-care a priority. I choose me.
Daniell Koepke (via wordsnquotes)
Yes I’m changing, yes I’m gone, yes I’m older, yes I’m moving on
Reblog if green tea
When I’m sober, I just don’t like who I am....
Too many times have I encountered with the existence of temporary. It feels different and weird to see people you once knew living their lives perfectly fine without you. People who you’d thought would always be there by your side. The way you used to be so close. You used to talk everyday. You used to miss each other almost instantly. You used to share everything, you used to rely on each other, you used to be an important part of each other’s lives.
And now, it’s over. All the memories are there; however, now you barely talk. Now you barely know what’s going on in each other’s lives. Now you sometimes have conversations but you run out of things to talk about. You see pictures and notice how everything has changed. And it’s sad.
Maybe it’s happened to you before. When you lose a best friend, a love, or a family member all because of unexpected circumstances? Or a sudden disappearance without an explanation? I know for a fact that it’s happened to me. Numerous of times, and trust me, it hurts doesn’t it?
So how do we know that our current relationships will actually last? How do we know that our current bonds won’t be more than temporary? Well truth is, we don’t. We can’t predict it. And that’s why sometimes, only sometimes, I feel as if nothing lasts forever in this world. Nothing.
I wonder how I would’ve ended up if you hadn’t walked into my life.
t.k (via timbllr)
Things are not quite the same anymore as if you were too ask me. I feel like I’m drifting apart from everyone. The people I used to speak too are the people that I hardly see. The ones that were so close, are turning into strangers that are fading into the dark. I don’t want to tell them that I miss them because they might not feel the same way as I do.
These threads that used to be barriers are now broken bonds in the darkness.
I have to stop sleeping on myself.
I have to stop second guessing myself.
I have to stop doubting myself.
I have to start believing in myself.
I have to start encouraging myself.
I have to start loving myself.
I have to.
It’s a must
Somewhere between try harder & why bother.
(via hussain-q)
They say it gets lonely at the top. Little do they know I love being alone