A Note to Myself:
You can be mad. You can be jealous. You can be upset. You can be numb. You have every right to feel. You can blame and hate and gather all these emotions together from the deepest pit of your chest and shove them to the surface.
But it won’t change a thing.
They chose to move on. They chose to keep going forward, and that’s great! It’s what you wanted. It’s what I wanted- for them to find somebody who can be everything you- I- couldn’t be for them.
And you can hate that. You can hate that they left. You can hate that they managed to move forward. You can hate that they actually changed for somebody else when they couldn’t change for you. You can hate that they started to try for somebody else but they couldn’t bother trying for you.
You can hate that somebody else gets to love everything that you used to. You can hate that somebody else holds the ‘forever’ you and them used to say you would have. You can hate that somebody else can experience a better ‘them’ that you stayed with during low times and that you helped pick up, heal, and anchor as they did for you.
You can hate yourself for not trying hard enough. You can loathe the way the memories drag their claws up your throat and suffocate you in the night with visions of what you once had. You can despise the way your fingers go to your old messages, typing again and again only to delete it. You can yearn for the voice that lulled you to bed, the one that woke you up in the mornings and sweetly spoke those beautiful words to you.
You can hate that you still can’t let them go no matter how hard you try. Because it’s hard to stop loving someone when you dreamt up your life with them. It’s hard leaving somebody who held your broken pieces. It’s hard letting go of your life’s old light.
But mourn it. Grieve it. Deny it. Hate it. Miss it. Want it.
Mourn everything and accept everything you feel and learn to finally heal. Because this won’t happen overnight. You can’t let go of years you loved and laughed and held one person so close to you. You can’t let go of that like a kite. It won’t just fly. It’s like a thorn embedded in your thumb where you think you’ve gotten it out but realize you had another one, and another, and more.
And you will heal, darling. You will heal and let go until there are no more painful thorns. Until there are no stings. I can’t say when. But you will heal and one day, when you didn’t even realize it, you’ll have finally let them go.
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Roosevelt Station on LRT-1 Line to be Rebranded as FPJ Station by August 20
MANILA – A significant shift is set to occur on the Light Rail Transit (LRT) Line 1 as the Roosevelt Station gets a new identity, transforming into the Fernando Poe Jr. (FPJ) Station, effective this upcoming Sunday, August 20th.
The renaming ceremony will be spearheaded by Senator Grace Poe, the beloved adopted daughter of the late Filipino screen legend.
Joining Senator Grace Poe on this…
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FPJ Explains: How are Rajya Sabha elections held?
FPJ Explains: How are Rajya Sabha elections held?
FPJ Explains: How are Rajya Sabha elections held?
The Rajya Sabha elections are set to take place on June 10 for 57 seats that will fall vacant after the retirement of members between June and August.Forty-one candidates were elected unopposed to the Rajya Sabha from 11 states on Friday at the close of nominations.Among the prominent winners were former Congress leader Kapil Sibal, Rashtriya Lok…
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Pop Tate has seen a lot of weird things since opening his shop but not as much as seeing a 3 year old struggle to open the diner’s door.
The child was wearing a jumper and shorts that matched the colour of his messy raven hair, and in his chubby hands was a brown teddy bear. He tried pushing the door with his hands, and then his shoulder, until his frustrated eyes met with the old man’s.
Pop, seeing nobody coming to collect the kid, sprinted to take him in. The usual ring of the door echoed through the busy building and only when he had him in his arms did he see the tears on the child’s face.
“Hey there, little one,” Pop Tate cooed, trying to soothe him. “What are you doing here? Where are your parents?”
The boy sniffled and pointed at the far end of hall, right to where Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones were enjoying one of their lunch dates. Pop felt shivers down his spine but shook it off. ‘May be just a relative,’ he thought. ‘He does kind of look like Jug.’
Walking over to the couple’s table he set the boy down on the floor, which went unnoticed.
“Oh, hey, Pop!” Betty greeted him with a smile, looking away from her boyfriend who had a mouthful of fries. “Is everything alright?”
Before the man could reply, the kid whimpered, “Mama.” It caught the trio’s attention immediately.
“I wanna go home.” He continued and Betty slowly pointed at herself.
“I. . .is—is he talking to me?” She asked when he suddenly ran to climb on her lap and uttered his previous statement.
Jughead could only watch as everything unfolded.
“I’m sorry, there must be some kind of mistake,” Betty said, albeit carrying the child into a more comfortable position. “Can you—can you tell us your name, sweetie?”
The boy clutched her sweater. “Bax. . .Mama says my name is Forsythe Pen. . .Pendenton,” he struggled before continuing. “Jones, um, four. But mama and papa call me Baxter.”
Betty and Jughead could hear Pop slowly back away. As if the situation couldn’t get any more sinister, the blonde asked with a gulp, “Do. . .Do you perhaps know your parents’ names?”
“Ewizabeth and papa has my name but he’s three. Papa also calls you Betty, and you call him Jug,” Jughead choked while Betty just felt air being sucked out of her. “Why are you asking me your names? Is it quiz time?”
“No,” Jughead spoke. “No! This has got to be some kind of sick prank. I’m calling Veronica.”
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we almost dented his moms car so badly the other night and i cant stop laughing about it
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A prática leva a perfeição, e o erro à excelência. #JUDO #CTKJUDO #SJC #JUDOSJC #DM #TREINO #KATA #LAP #FPJ #CBJ #IJF #KODOKAN #JAPAO #BRASIL #DISCIPLINA #MOTIVACAO (em São José dos Campos) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdEh8bhPwaN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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