I don’t need romance in my life. Yes I crave being romantic again, but in reality I don’t need it. I’m not looking for it and I don’t want it to disturb me. I’m focused for fuck’s sake.
Solitude is nice. I’m choosing to build my own reality. A reality of peace and love and kindness.
I was angry towards life for what I lost, now I just walk burden-free, accepting what was and what will be. Reality is in my hands.
#acceptance
Without identity, there is no I
Without I, there is no her
I is attached to her
And I is attached to myself
Yet myself is free
Myself is one
Myself is peace
Myself is solitude
Myself is love
Myself is quiet
Myself is true
#awakening
I wonder I wonder..
Do I cross your mind?
Boy, do I wonder
Has it really been quite some time?
Or is it just a day on repeat
I keep living everyday without you like that’s how it always was
But that’s how it always was
You rendered my mind, Ayah. And now everything I do is you.
I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate I hate this I HATE THIS I HATE THIS
It’s been a while since I used this. I hate this. I hate where I’m at in life. I hate that I’ve been going around in a FUCKING CIRCLE for as long as I know.
I fear time and this is why I’m always present. I fear time because it holds the past, yet I fear it most because of future
She said writers tend to be lonely, the loneliest of all. I feel that now, I see it in people’s eyes when I tell them I’m a writer. I see their eyes saying ‘that must be so lonely’. It is. It really is. I hate how I cope with it by more loneliness. I HATE IT!
It’s getting really lonely out here.. really fucking lonely.. I feel good finally acknowledging that.
It’s too lonely, and all those who I’m being acquainted with are also lonely. Who would’ve thought, getting lonely together is actually a thing. احا.
Love is a balance, and I feel like I know so much of it now that I will just keep it to myself. I’m pretty sure there’s always more to someone or something than what meets the eye, but for now, I’m good.
Dave.
@PhilOfLife_ Being disrespected; taken for granted, deprioritized. Not getting your needs met despite discussion, feeling ignored, not feeling your worth, unchanged behavior, lack of affection, providing and not receiving. Which all stems out from being disrespected.
Reminder that no one cares how hard you had it - or whatever reason you use to excuse yourself for not achieving what you claim to want.
And neither should you.