yes i get it, it'll pass. it won't be like this forever. but is there an exact date or can you at least tell me the year? like in which year i would stop feeling this way? can you, please?
To someone,
I can't forget you, not because I have a strong memory, but because I have a heart that never denies those who settled in it once.
- Mahmoud Darwish
being unemployed is so weird, one day you're hopeful towards your future, being productive to do some actual job hunt, and the next day you're down the spiral of how much the economy is fucked up while you're being a depressed, useless piece of shit all the time. fuck.
can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving? can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it? please.
the thing about sadness is that you can't do anything about it, you just gotta take your time, and sit here with it, feel it, and process it until you get comfortable living with it, doing daily life chores with it sitting with you like a whole other person with you in the room.
what's the point of mixing three hair oils, massaging them in the scalp and hair, then taking like 30 minutes to wash the hair later, and ending up with super silky hair that smells good as well WHEN YOU HAVE NO ONE TO PLAY WITH THEM AT ALL? 😭
professor, apologies for submitting my assignment late, I was having a breakdown in my bathroom in the middle of the day because I got scared of how my future will turn out.
i think my antidepressants have finally started working. i feel good about myself. i don't feel sad and depressed anymore. i feel more active. i don't feel tired all the time. i feel like doing things. i take an interest in things. the future doesn't look so bleak anymore. 🧿
being in love with your friend like entirely platonically is insane. like hey, i love you sm btw. i carry a part of you in me, so if we're apart i'll still do things that'll remind me of you because i got it from you. hey, i know we're talking right now but i miss you. i love you
i just love the way sleep fixes everything. crippling anxiety, i sleep. stressing out, i sleep. heart's hurting, i sleep. feeling shitty or lonely, i sleep. emptiness killing me, i sleep. no one shutting the fuck up, i sleep. ufff love how this coping mechanism works every time.
i think yearning is only bearable and a little fun when two people yearn equally for each other and constantly tell each other how they are feeling—otherwise, bhaar main jae aisa dil ka dard.
“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”
— Anaïs Nin, Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939
"I miss who I was. I miss who we all were, before we were this: half-alive to the brightening sky, half-dead already."
Ada Limón, from “Salvage”, The Hurting Kind
all I wanna say after living 21 years is that being a woman is painful and tiring mentally, emotionally and physically, and i'm done living like in this pain now.
god, i miss studying sm, i miss the hustle, i miss the stress, i miss the constant use of my brain, i miss saying fuck it i can't do this every two hours but then getting anxious and starting studying again, i miss chasing deadlines. i think studying is the only thing i do well.
my biggest fear is marrying a mid average looking guy and then spending my entire life hearing people talk shit like "haye itni haseen larki ne kia dekh kay issay shadi karli, kia jor hai yeh? kia nazar aya isko?"
totally forgot that i had donated my eyes (retinas actually) when i was in my early teens until today when mom was cleaning and found all the paperwork and was like wtf you don't even remember? and i was like main kiyun yaad rakhon? ap log yaad rakhein, maine tou mar jana hai 🤡
yes, moisturising your body after a long shower feels so nice and soft but no one talks about how tiring it is to moisturise your entire body, or i guess it's just me who's tired all the time?
ovulation hornies are so weird and makes me so fucking sensitive. i mean why the fuck i want someone to grab me, pin me against the wall, and kiss every inch of me every time my blanket slightly brushes against my skin.
i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel so empty i feel-