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I feel lonely as fuck but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.
Nothing makes sense.
I feel like I'm living in an endless nightmare, which I'm used to and I don't even expect to wake up from anytime soon. I don't have the courage to. I don't have the strength. I feel weak and I feel lost.
I'm fucking lonely and too tired to text anyone. To reach out, to ask for help.
I guess I'll keep living in this nightmare till my last heartbeat.
“Crying doesn't make you weak.” I tell my friends. Yes it does, I tell myself in my head.
You know my life is sucks You know I'm from broken home You know I'm used to crying in the middle of night I'm wearing mask in front of everyone I'm smile I'm laugh I'm joking Because I don't want people think I'm weak I'm want to be strong So I'm prayer , prayer and prayer Because I know I'm just human I'm weak I'm desperate I just need help
Sometimes, when my body is not strong enough to rise up, or even wake up from the bed, my mind interferes and imagine what i can just belong for. I guess that's what I've been calling dreams, but I am consciously about them. It usually takes me more time to wake up everytime this happens, is like an over and over reaction:
A patron that never ends, you can just be sure that in some moment it would finally feel gross and that's your singed for brush your teeth and take a bath.
And yes, waking up finally happens, but the feeling of weakness around your body still there, throughout all the day, in the middle of your fingers, in the deep of your soul, your mind knows and your heavy breaths scream the truth.
Della.
"Being rude is easy. It does not take any effort and is a sign of weakness and insecurity. Kindness shows great self-discipline and strong self-esteem. Being kind is not always easy when dealing with rude people. Kindness is a sign of a person who has done a lot of personal work and has come to a great self-understanding and wisdom. Choose to be kind over being right, and you’ll be right every time because kindness is a sign of strength." U.N. Owen.
Crystal reading : YOUR BIGGEST WEAKNESS
This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.
Feedback is much appreciated ❤️
Masterpost
Buy me a drink or book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)
1. Moonstone group
2. Celestine group
3. Labradorite group
my weakness is boys in baggy jumpers
A lifelong weakness. This and freckles.
Broken man with sad dark eyes *and* freckles....girl down 🥵
I'm a simple girl. Just show me a man who looks broken with sad dark eyes and I'm on my knees
I know I’ve been talking about my social issues a lot, but that’s because it’s been a major source of stress for me in the past few weeks.
Days have been longer for me at college. I often won’t get back home from campus until dinner; my roommate drives me up, and either we’ve got an afternoon class or he’s busy doing something. As a result, I’m on campus and around people for longer - and I only have so much social energy in a day. This isn’t the fault of my roommate, mind, but by the time I get home, I’m completely exhausted, even on a good day. It’s become commonplace for me to get back, only to neglect my responsibilities (cooking, cleaning, laundry, homework) and my hobbies (gaming, designing, writing, drawing) and go directly to sleep.
When I can’t get home for some reason or other, I don’t have time to recharge my social batteries. This results in me handling social situations very poorly (since I don’t have the energy to do otherwise), and that always makes me feel worse. Often I’m exhausted all day, from the moment I wake up, yet I’m still expected to dole it out like I drank three coffees or something.
I’ve asked to be left alone before so I can recharge, but it doesn’t take. Someone always thinks I’m being rude or grouchy, when the real answer is I just can’t keep going. And then they debate the point with me, which wastes what little energy I have! I’m afraid to ask to be left alone now, because I know what the consequences will be.
It’s like my emotions and sanity are being forced to run a marathon every day. Some days I wake up supercharged and ready to go all day. Most days I’m still tired from the day before - but I can’t stop, lest the drill-sergeant-turned-instructor notices me slacking off and whips me until I get up and run again.
Oh yeah, that reminds me of the worst part: people (re: my friends) have been calling me weak for not being able to run the marathon with them.
Almost makes me want to move back on-campus. Sure, there were loud and obnoxious people there, but they were all gone during the afternoon, so I could go back and get some peace and quiet when I needed it.
Finally! I am out of the hospital!
Hello dear readers!
It’s true!
I am free!
We spoke with a wound care specialist late yesterday and we tried new treatments for the wound and it took well overnight.
So now I can go 2-3 days without messing with the wound, giving me time to have home health nurse come and administer the new treatment.
My oldest child and disabled mother were both taught how to do the treatment in case the dressing needed changed before the nurse could come.
Both of them are very secure in believing that they can do the treatment without having any problems
The walking is exhausting and I have to use a walker because I get light headed after about 50-80 feet.
Also sitting in the car or on a chair hurts because of where the wound is.
I am not allowed home because it two story so I am staying elsewhere for now.
I physically do not feel like the same person that I was before all this.
I am weak and constantly tired.
I have NEVER been the weak one in my family.
I have NEVER been the one cared for in the family
Everyone came to me to take care of them and came to me for physical and emotional strength.
I am in totally unknown territory.
But on the plus side… no more hospital food, hospital beds, 3am vital checks, 5am blood draws, and incessant visitors barging in.
lol
💜💜💜
(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant
I'd rather be the weak and make my weakness be the source of my strength than be the strong and see my strength rise to be my greatest weakness.
animalina~
