Have you ever felt that superficial happiness? Like, you can look happy in the outside, but deep inside, feel empty or lonely. I don't even know how I feel. I'm trying to be happy, I should be happy, so why do I feel so empty? Like what's my point in life? Also, I'm scared. Of what? I honestly don't know. I feel scared of just taking one step in life. I'm so self conscious and my self esteem is low, really low. But that's just me in the inside. In the outside, I'm seriously the happiest and m...
If I were to eat for every time you made me spill my tears over you, I would be fat as fuck.
I was doing good yesterday and to my surprise, was doing good today, too. But there's a problem. I have this fear that if thinks keep getting good, something even more bad would happen. I might be paranoid, but I am scared of my own happiness.
Love has many qualities. However, love is a kind of passionate commitment that we nurture and develop. It is more than just a powerful feeling. I believe that love is cherishing someone by who they really are, and loving them, not just by their perfections, but by their defects as well. Loving someone doesn’t just apply to your love partner, it implies caring and cherishing those who are important to you. In a relationship, if you or your partner let every little odd get in your relationship,...
One of the things I hate the most.
One of the things I hate the most is when my mum brings back my past. She gets mad at me because I used to make friends so easily. And now, she blames my hobbies *reading and internet* that I'm not so social anymore. She just doesn't understand that it's not easy for me to make new friends anymore. I get nervous when I am around new people. I't just not that easy now.
I'm not living, I'm just passing by. Surviving but barely breathing.
It's funny how you pretend to not notice my tears. Even if it's obvious that you're pretending. I might need your help, to get me out of my suffering, but I don't want your help if it's half hearted. Just get away from me. I'm going to fight my battle alone, even if it kills me.
It's funny how you want me to talk to you about my problems and when I do so, you don't even pay me attention. I'm tired of you pretending to listen to me while you don't even try to look at me. I'm sick of you. And, I'm sick of this world. Goodbye.
How am I supposed to be everything they want me to be? What if I can't handle it alone? Would they reject me? How can I survive with this loneliness and insecureness I feel?
I'm sorry that I cannot be who my parents want me to be. I'm sorry that I cannot reach their expectations. I'm not perfect, okay? I know they just want the best for me, and intend nothing bad. But, I just can't handle the pressure. This is something that is slowly eating me from the inside out. I might not survive mentally and emotionally. I'm sorry if my parents someday end up finding my lifeless body. For this, seems to be the only cure left.
Why can't they see my suffering? I'm not as strong as they believe I am. I can't handle everything they throw at me. I have breakdowns. I scared of my own failure...*people coming, puts a smile*
I'm too scared to even try. I'm scared of my own failure. I know I have to put myself on the line, to risk it all, just so I can achieve it. But what if I just can't? I'm not a Superhero, let alone special. What if I can't reach my parents' expectations? What if I break myself doing what they want me to do? Can't they see I'm not happy? I know their intentions are not bad, but the pressure is too much. I can't handle it alone. Every time I try to talk to them, they just change the subject and...
This little lines are my art. They are my escape from the everyday pain and suffering. They are too little for people to see, but deep enough for me to feel them.
For the first time, after all this pain, I actually considered self harming...
Life might not be a manga, but that doesn't mean we can't have a happy ending.
He may not be the best at sports. He may not be the tallest. He may not be the strongest. He might not be everything. But he's my everything.
Why change for someone else if you are not going to like who you might become.
Love is not something to be understood but to be felt.