Now I know the feeling of losing interest in the things I used to do and love. This doesn't feel right.
Sometimes, I just want to be remembered. Not by name but of my words, my thoughts and my feelings.
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Maybe I am just getting used to all the things that happen almost everytime, I feel nothing anymore.
And just like the big bang, maybe you need to explode and break into tiny fragments to realize that you got the whole universe inside you.
Maybe it’s my fault.
For not knowing how to make people stay.
For not knowing how to make people stay.
One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.
There's always something that's gonna break you— words, people, failures, expectations. Something will catch you off guard and will tear you down. But along with it is the truth that you are going to make it. You will heal, you will recover.
Something will break you, but it will never be enough to end you.
Something will break you, but it will never be enough to end you.