I fear ..if i am gonna lose everything that I have now. (Friends are temporary )
I fear, whether i will be left behind by my peers one day out of choice.
My mind always knocks on to this question ❓ Will I be anyone's first choice?
I hate sympathetic people just be empathetic
There are a few moments where I spend time with myself.. when my thoughts take over there is some heavy feeling in my chest, I become an unknown person, I feel like staying in isolation and breaking things and scream out loud...since I'm unable to do all those.. I scream without a voice and hands began to crawl over my face , I act like a mentally ill person , I feel like scratching my face, hitting myself, I just feel like destroying everything, my hands and legs crumbles and most of the time I scratch my face , I cry quietly. What is happening with me
My clouds are too heavy to drain any time soon..
I won't stop it . Let it go
So that I can have my peace..
“So many years of education yet nobody ever taught us how to love ourselves and why it’s so important.”
— Unknown
Don't be restless, First understand the situation, Then Comment.
"Think before you act"
(applies for everyone)
As cringey as it fucking sounds, i wish I could erase everyone’s memories of me, no one would know me
with you, i’m the happiest
“When someone gives you a rare insight into their life, do not repay that gesture by betraying their trust.”
— Dodinsky
1. developing your own passions, hobbies, and goals
2. If you’re feeling insecure or needing reassurance, communicate it calmly and constructively rather than seeking constant validation.
3. respect your personal boundaries. Boundaries protect your individuality
4. nurture relationships outside of your romantic one.
5. your worth isn’t dependent on your relationship status.
6. Each time you do something independently or handle an insecurity well, acknowledge it
7. Relationships take time to grow. Instead of trying to rush things, enjoy the journey, trust your connection
8. knowing your value make you less likely to seek constant validation.
Unheard
I went home, hoping to spill my sorrows,
to let the weight pour out in tears,
but silence sat heavy in my chest,
and not a single drop fell.
I tried to tell my father,
whispered the sadness I carried,
but he just left,
not out of cruelty, but out of not knowing
how to hold what he’s never learned to carry.
And my mother,
so close, yet distant,
sees only the shadows of her own thoughts,
never the truth in my eyes.
So I leave again,
back to where I came from,
carrying the ache of words unspoken,
of comfort unfound,
of a heart still waiting—
yearning to be held.