At the place where you once were I am left here alone I try to smile and it’s not really that awkward Am I not sad enough yet? Or is my heart lying to me? The empty gap of my day’s memory that seems to be fine In between each clock’s ticking, I’m hurting Although…
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Road
Wanna say with confidence this path is rightI do not want to look back, I want no regretJust keep walking, keep walking, keep walkingYet I still don’t feel confident in my decision Why am I standing in this road,Is this path really destined for me,Would my dreams come true at the end of this road,What…
“I heard this somewhere. When people speak ill of you behind your back, they are like poisoned arrows. But thankfully, words said behind your back have no strength, so those arrows can’t pierce the heart. “However, the most foolish thing to do is picking up the arrows that are lying on the ground and piercing…
It’s amazing that as we grow more mature, we no longer solely root for the main leads. We start to feel for the villains and the second leads, and we try to understand the motivations behind their actions. They are no longer the supporting characters, they are humanized, because we realize that just like us,…
“The male lead couldn’t seem to stand his failures in life. He even ended up hurting the only person who stayed by his side. And he realized that person’s value once it was too late. “But it kind of reminded me of myself. I was scared that things might end between us the closer we…
It makes me wonder now, whether in my seeming calm as crises piled up, my insistence that everything would work out in the end, I was really just protecting myself – and contributing to her loneliness. -Barrack Obama
Unread Books
Have you ever experienced that feeling when, upon passing by a bookstore, an unshakable desire arises—to walk to its door, to stand among the rows of familiar spines, as though you’ve visited them countless times before? I own ten complete book series, along with another shelf filled with unread volumes. Perhaps it was the scent…
I was just sort of waking up to the truth of who we can be: so ready to assume the worst in people. The only thing I can do is share that that does hurt. Because if we walk around pretending like it doesn’t hurt, the perpetrator would just say, “Oh, I was just joking….
How are you?
Hi. How are you? An introduction so cliche, yet that’s what I wouldn’t want to say when I would see you again. It’s 3:49am, and unknowingly, after watching a tv series, I was up all night thinking about you… and what you did to me? For some, highschool is their fondest of memories. The climax…
May the bullies have their well-deserved karma come knocking on their doors. Never thought this series would have a triggering effect. 😡😢
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