the right journeymaybe right now your journey isn’t about love. maybe right now your journey is about being alone. maybe this is the season you are being challenged to learn how to wake up in the middle of the bed, to finally find hope in the vacancy, in the quiet, i... See More »
intrinsic desireaccording to psychology, if you make fake scenarios in your head before you go to sleep, it’s a sign of mental illness. if you overthink past conversations, it reveals an inherent desire for perfection or a fear of misunderstanding. if you... See More »
relative devotionno one will ever know you like your siblings do. they know every version of you. they were there when you scraped your knee and cried over the little things that felt so big back then. they laughed at your awkward phases. stood beside you during your... See More »
amende honorablei know it still hurts that you’ll never get an apology from them. so i’ll be the one to apologize to you. i’m sorry that you let the wrong one in. i’m sorry they didn’t value your kindness. i’m sorry you felt deceived by who they pretended to be.... See More »
have some dignitydon’t love someone so much that you forget to love yourself. don’t ignore the red flags. the way they pull away when you need them close. they way their words feel warm, but their actions leave you cold. you’ll convince yourself their small gestures... See More »
In the night, my mood goes downhill. I wish I had someone to talk to.But I can't ask anyone that. Imagine being asked to talk to someone whose mood gets down almost every evening. That must suck. So I just pretend all is good and retract from everyone for the last 05 to 06 hours of my day.
Am I ever gonna get over the self hatred?I'm trying to detect the triggers... Is it physical exhaustion and blaming myself for causing it? Constant disappointment in myself? Mistakes (that turned out to be okay in reality...) but still grave if turned out otherwise? Disappointing some... See More »
fabricationImagine this. You’re on your deathbed. And there, standing around you are ghosts. Figures of every dream you pushed aside. Every idea you kept locked away. Hidden. Each one stares with heavy eyes. Not with sorrow, but with something darker. Anger,... See More »
