It's exhausting, missing someone you still love while life keeps demanding that you move on. You wake up, do your work, laugh when you have to, and pretend you're fine. But somewhere inside, you're still tired, still missing them, still wishing things were different.
“how do you know it was love?”
because even after everything, it never turned into hate. i was hurt, disappointed, and had to let go, but deep down, i still couldn’t bring myself to hate you. maybe that’s how i knew it was real.
no, im not okay. i wanna talk to you so bad. i miss you so fucking much rn. i miss our conversations. i miss how we used to talk everyday. i miss the way you treated me when we first started talking.
The hardest part isn't failing. It's failing after giving your absolute best.
I've done everything I could, yet nothing is going the way I planned. Life feels completely upside down, and I'm running out of answers.
I just hope one day all of this pain has a purpose.
no one talks about how draining it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. I'll be okay" and "I don't know how much more I can take"
Every time I give it my all, life pushes back harder. At some point you stop asking “why me?” and start wondering “what now?” Maybe this isn’t the end… just a version of me that didn’t work out. Still searching. Still here.
"I would've given her the whole world... but she wanted someone who already had it."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
"So l watched her leave, not because she didn't love me... but because I wasn't enough to make her stay"
— Franz Kafka