Monday, November 9, 2015

Friday, February 28, 2014

Despite my moment of weakness (the moment that feels eternal), I try to find happiness. I find happiness in others and all I need to do is push myself. but it's so hard sometimes 

I'm trying
I have no idea why I have these unbearable emotions when I think about the fact that I can't make you happy, it brings me down so fast that if somebody tells me I did something wrong or incorrect or anything that's not good, I just feel so... It makes me think about all of the things I hate and it ruins me. I'm ruined

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

You're not allowed to show the world the beauty you hold if I'm always the last to see it.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

I suck at keeping conversations going

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

my emptiness makes me want to write so many things.
Luckily I remember that when I make mistakes or say shitty things, I'll always end up alone by the end of the day because who in fact wants to talk to a dumb asshole.

Monday, May 13, 2013

There are somethings you need to say. You need to learn to say "I can't" "I don't want to" "it hurts". You need to be able to breathe this out and stop from going any further. It's too much, can we slow down? You think you tell your emotions these things, you think you're trying, but it's a lonely battle and you need to fight. I just want to float on the surface of water face first, and watch all my bad emotions sizzle out and sink down to the bottom.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

"A bright half and a dark half. Just like me..."

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

I'm always getting back up on my feet, no matter how hard I get pushed down.
"I'll never look back again."
"I'll carefully live 'this moment.'"
I hate feeling guilty. Next time if I say or do something wrong, shoot me before it gets bad because this - God, this is torture.
How do I try harder
“I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Monday, May 6, 2013

"I'm sure, someday..
"Someday, you'll tell me everything right?"
"about the sad things,"
"painful things,"
"happy things..."
I can’t stop thinking. There are too little words in that sentence but the spaces are filled with too many emotions. How I miss you so - or are these whispers in the corners of my mind fake? What am I doing. What am I. What am I actually thinking. If I have all these thoughts, does it still make me lonely? I love you, and all I want is for you to be happy.
Keep breathing. Just keep breathing.