بردیم

سوبو تو بازم درخشیدی

همسایمون باز پیام داد

ببخشید گل زدیم

اونم سوبو زد

فردا اگر حال داشتم عکسارو میذارم

I miss the person I used to be. That very old version of me, the one who feels like she’s been buried for years.
I know that if she were still here, none of you would dare speak to me the way you do now. She knew how to leave. No explanations, no hesitation, no looking back. She never cared what happened after she walked away, who cried, who broke, or who couldn’t handle her absence. She would even laugh while everyone else cried over her leaving.
She could erase people from her life without a second thought. Delete the pictures, throw away the memories, and keep walking as if none of it had ever mattered. Not because she felt nothing, but because she knew that nothing was worth sacrificing her peace for. If you were good to her, she was good to you. But the moment you disturbed her peace, you were no longer welcome in her world. She knew how to draw the line. She knew when to let go. Most importantly, she knew how to choose herself.
Somewhere along the way, I lost her.
I stayed. I explained myself. I forgave too much. I kept giving people chances, convincing myself that maybe this time would be different. I held on to people I should have let go of, and cared about people who never cared what their presence was doing to me. Little by little, I buried that version of myself so deeply that now, I find myself missing someone who was once me.
I miss the girl who never let everyone see her tears. She kept her pain somewhere no one could reach and never let people know exactly where she was breaking. Maybe she was cold. Maybe she was ruthless. But at least she knew one thin"no one was worth losing yourself over."
So yes, that version of me has been buried for a long time.
But maybe it’s time to open the coffin.
Not to become her again, but to take back everything we buried with her "the courage to walk away, the strength to say no, and the ability to choose ourselves when staying starts to destroy us.Maybe we need that version of us again."
Because after all these people, all these goodbyes, and everything we’ve lost along the way, maybe the only person left who can pull us out of this darkness is the one we buried years ago.

یعنی من قبرستون هم برم آشنا میبینم

الان تو چرا اینجایی

ها ها ها

بگید فراری جا برام خالی کنه

همیلتون برو کنار رقیب سرسختت اومد🫵

نزدم🤭

شوماخر کیه وقتی ما نیا رو داریم؟

یکی عینک لوا رو با کلاه همیلتون بدزده اینا فکر کنم شب با اینا میخوابن

Cry

امیدوارم زودتر اوکی بشه