Thought I'd Make It To The End Of The Year, But It's Just Getting Tougher And Tougher
thought I'd make it to the end of the year, but it's just getting tougher and tougher
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It really stings when your parents point fingers at you for things out of your control, leaving you with the weight of being seen as the cause of a problem and a disappointment.
I feel a bit uneasy when people say they love me, especially romantically. It's hard to believe because I know how messed up I am beyond repair. I'm good at giving but not so great at taking, probably because I never learned how. When someone professes love, I find myself questioning what exactly they love. Is it genuinely me or some made-up version? Do they love who I am or just the nice side of me? Is it authentic love or just attraction? Do they love me, or the concept of me? Is it about the things they can't have? Is it by accident or are there conditions? Do they love the real me or just the image I project? It's a puzzle to unravel.
Ss taaki hum baate na bhulein lol. Tell me your b'day tho
(hope hum same din wale ho)
not unless you reveal yourself ;)
The moment you open up about your deteriorating condition, and the other person responds with awkward silence, leaving no words. Then, you find yourself consoling them for not knowing what to say or do, feeling guilty for putting them in that position. Eventually, you laugh it off as if it's not a big deal. Yeah, that's when you brutally kill a part of your soul.