By the end of the day, I just want to feel good about what I did, even if I act like it's no big deal. When everything quiets down, I reflect on every mistake I made and all that I accomplished throughout the day. What matters most to me is the sense of calm that I get when I'm winding down.

“You've changed”


Oh did I???
Elllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll cause I felt like I was stuck ,that's the biggest compliment I have ever received.

Art is a reflection of you, a muse that embodies your presence, breathing life into you.

In each embrace, solace gently holds us close, soothing the soul with its gentle touch.

🍀

It's a bit depressing that the only thing that brings us together is our shared experiences of trauma.

Grateful, Grateful, Grateful.🫧

I don't think we ever truly heal, or perhaps I'm unsure of what healing is, Is healing about forgetting? Please don't say forgiving, because I always forgave the moment it happened. I never seem to hold grudges, no matter how badly you've hurt me, I still care about you, and I'll continue to do so. Cutting people off is the hardest thing for me. The problem is when my heart feels heavy,I find myself thinking about everything you've done. When people get mad at me, I question if you cared enough, if you loved me even just a little. I wouldn't seek validation from others if I felt it from you. On nights when I feel the worst, I blame you. If you can't love me, who else could? It's a struggle, I search for love in others because, deep down, I yearn for it. I might appear nonchalant, but I want to feel loved. I used to believe you changed after what happened to you, but the issue is, I don't remember how you were before. Sometimes, I pray to God to show me the person you were, not to change you, but to remind me of the person you were, the person you were when you first held me or when you rushed to pick me up after I fell. I wish I could see the person who did the bare minimum because I can't keep covering for you. I'm starting to think you were always like this, that you just became my enemy the moment you held me in your arms. But even though you're my enemy, I still find myself searching for you in every corner of my life.

I hate how I long for everything about you, even the parts that aren't really you.

The days I have to wake up early, I have to be in my feelings. Even sleep is running away when I want it the most.mstm

"Merely a facade masking the emptiness within the walls."

Calling my brother just to say hi, I accidentally mentioned I missed him. Now, to balance things out, I need to end the call with a playful insult.

My taste buds are dead, three days now ,Just drank coffee and couldn't even taste the sugar. Regretting it now.

At Megenegna waiting for a taxi, I admired the stunning moon, wishing someone had captured its beauty.because I wasn't about to use my phone at Megenegna
it brought me happiness seeing it here.

Have you ever wondered why people wear black to show they're grieving? How can we be sure they're not wearing bright colors underneath? Does it mean they're only grieving on the outside, while their insides remain colorful?

It was funny when I thought of it.

Sorry