just a bi girl tired of being tired and ranting about it. also talk about some movies and books now and then
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Sometimes I Just Feel Im Not Enough. Like, Will I Ever Be Good In Some Profession In The Future? Will
Sometimes I just feel im not enough. Like, will i ever be good in some profession in the future? Will someone really like my job? What if, no matter what i do i just end failling in the end?
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I want someone to watch sunsets with me. To run wildly in the beach. To stay up until 4 am talking about life and fears and totally random things. I want someone that can look into my eyes and realise everything im feeling. And i want to know exactly what he's thinking too. I want sundays lunches and fridays nights with our best friends. I want more than anything to be understanted and to feel absolutely free with someone
Can we have everything? Is it possible to have a happy marriage, a great career, happy kids, a beautiful house, loyal friends, to be glad you're alive? Or is it just a lie of hollywood movies that happy endings exists?
I want to live more, I want to experience new thinks, I want to create outstanding memories. I really don't want to wake up in my fortys, sad, depressed, alone and regreting my youth years. I realise I rather be sad after experiencing a lot of emotions, than to be sad after doing nothing at all
I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself — as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but l'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Be the kind of person you want to meet. Make the kind of book you want to read. Just make the best you can with your life with the resourses you have, don't give up