there are moments where I feel like starting a new hobby or learning something new
but then this wave crashes over me leaving me wondering why, for what reason should I do this?
at times this imposter syndrome of mine gets too close, it's claws open ready to pounce on me at one display of weakness
who am I? what am I? why am I doing this? why am I not doing this? everything comes crashing
I don't know how to breathe without wondering what was the reason for my breath
can't i just breathe for the sake of breathing? does everything have to have a meaning? a purpose?
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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
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― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
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Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
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hope is what is killing me but hope is what is keeping me alive.
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there are two types of friends, or people in general:
those, who keep bad news or rumours about you, to themselves, to not hurt you.
and those, who intentionally slip up the information, just to see you crack.
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sometimes everything in me cries, except my eyes.
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i open my mouth to scream and find out there's no voice left in me. there's a lump in my throat threatening to burst. my eyes well up with unreasonable tears but they never drop. why do I feel this way. my mind races a hundred miles an hour. i can't listen to what my mum's been telling me for the past few minutes. I will be better. love me please. what did I do. I'm sorry. why did you leave. why did you break your promise. why did you prove me right. all I ever wanted was to be proved wrong. ive felt this way for so long. there's a hole in my chest. i can't breathe sometimes. I'm silently breaking. i hate that I suffer in silence. why is everyone else around me finding the help they need while my pieces are overlooked. why am I silent. why am I invisible. why do I break without making the slightest sound. why can't one person look through me and find all the broken pieces I'm trying to hold on tight to.
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maybe in another universe, I've unlocked my ultimate potential.
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I've been shunned and ignored and disregarded when I tried to reach out, so much, i physically cannot ask for help anymore.
the words get stuck in my mouth. i can't remember the things that have happened to me, the things that have torn out so much of me, i cannot remember why I became like this, why i became a shell of the person I once was.
what was i like before? who was i before everything happened to me? who was she?
i would like to see her again. I would like to be her again. i would like to be her again.
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i miss him
no.
i miss him
you can't.
i miss him
don't forget.
i miss him
please
i miss you
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i should write a book called 'how to lose friends'
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50 posts!
considering this is a place i return to when I have nowhere else to go, it's sad.
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how come I haven't run out of tears already
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i did it
again
i broke it
again
in the words of Taylor swift
"it's me, hi
I'm the problem
it's me"
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i don't care
how long it takes
as long as I'm with you
I've got a smile on my face
save your tears
it'll be okay
all i know
is you're here
with me
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