I don't want to play mind games.

I never did.

to this day, i still struggle to believe in myself. you’ve planted doubts in the back of my mind which is deep rooted into the foundation of my life. i always afraid of failing i just never try. you criticize me of my attempts to be better if i didn’t do it right the first time.

it took a lot in me to undo the hatred you’ve caused. i give myself tender love which you fail to give me as a child. i hope i can heal from everything, i’m tired of giving myself hate which often time spilled over my loved ones.

I did nothing but sleep the whole day. Am embarrassed to go out now.

I'm not going to come running back to you as if there's something for me to come running back to.

Eleni💜

Be open and follow the voice in your heart the truth will set you free!

I hope you cheer yourself up as you do to others, hope you know I care and wish you trust me when I say I appreciate you I really do.

ምን ጥቅም??

I just remembered I wrote a story and sold it for 50 birr when I was in grade 5. I think it was about a witch I don’t remember much but I did and it had a cover page colored it.

Memories.

The buildup, the snow ball, because I don't wanna stop talking about it. The smirks from when people thought you're pathetic that one time you slipped up. The endless accusations that killed your confidence. That time you decided to try even if you mess up. Those proud looks you got only when you went out of your way to do something of their liking. The disappointment that lasted till you picked yourself up. The lack of encouragement for who you are and rather for what you've achieved. Being treated like an adult, expected to be responsible, only at times it fits. Your opinions being discarded when it's about your matters because "YoU'rE jUsT a KiD, you wouldn't know better". The flinches when you hear footsteps. The nights you stayed up late because those were the only time you listen to you and you alone, times you could exist without being judged. The expectations you knew you could reach no matter how high but you failed to anyway. The expectations you came all the way meeting until it all fell apart. "THE OLD YOU". The hope slowly leaving their faces. The snowball that started out as a little one, the ones kids play with, turned into the one that got the cartoon characters screaming and running around. And somehow the snowball seems to change directions with them and only stops when they're a part of it, rolling together.

My favorite line in Fleabag is when she says
“I don't know what to do with it, with all the love I have for her. I don't know where to put it now.” and
Boo says “I'll take it. It sounds lovely you have to give it to me it got to go somewhere.”


We should give all the love we've lost and the love that wasn’t appreciated to those who deserve it. To the ones who have the heart to accept it, who make loving them feel effortless, and to the ones who would never make us regret trusting them. There are friends or people like boo who will want to carry all the love that has been rejected or lost, let's give it to the people we want to give the world to, to the ones we would always protect.
Let's give it to them.
It really sounds lovely, and
It has to go somewhere.

Women knows how to write write.

“My hands are full, but what else can I carry for you?”

You may find it really weird, but pregnant women's bellies scare me. Especially when it’s too big, I can't even talk to them or look them in the eyes. It's still amazing, but it also really scares me knowing they're carrying a whole human being.

I remember our chemistry teacher was pregnant in grade 8, and I couldn't listen to her talk because her belly was so big. I don't know why I get this weird feeling that scares me whenever I see one. My friends are tired of it.

Spent the day with amazing people glad I went out.