I should only feel pain on weekends.
It has no room on days I am building.

One day, she decided to love him even if love seemed to be the strangest thing.
She felt that he had it for her too.
There were conditions, she knew as days grew.
At times it would drizzle with joy.
Sometimes, there would be drought.
Still, she made up her mind to stay in the love she had for him.
Her days were nights and nights were days.

Above everything, I know from the begginning that your heart is cold for me. 7 years worth of fight. I keep wondering how it feels to be loved. To me, loving is painful.

Father, in everything that happened; they had the world. Will you ever give me something that’s just for me? I want to be selfish too.

It’s starting to feel uncomfortable. You and I in a room.

It seems necessary to read through your actions.

A colleague told me that I have the eyes and the smirk of a person that was not me. It was warning her of change, she said.

I checked and saw the same fat face I see every day.

The hardest part of healing is ACCEPTANCE for it opens the eyes to see what one chose to ignore. It batters the heart a little more until it grows muscles of steel until it withstands pain, disappointment, and devastation.

Hear my daldal hear. Coz I’ve been keeping to myself lately.

Someone’s spying with their little eyes. 👀
This is a public account. Donchaworry.

Ohhh- and I kinda slayed it at work this week. Big yay! At least it’s okay on that arena.

We all know that there are parts in us that needs to improve: the way we think, habits, and goals. Still, we end up sitting in their comforts despite knowing that there is greater value in the much needed change.

It isn’t money, drugs, or sex that’s the worse addiction. It is our addiction to what is comfortable.

From a motivational speech I played on loop