I sometimes forget I'm a human being. I expect too much from myself, wanting to accomplish something that wasn't meant to be accomplished at this certain time of my life. Which resulted lack of satisfaction in everything that I do, because I always expect to do more than I already did. Yes! I do believe encouraging yourself to do more for the person you want to become tomorrow is a necessity but pressuring yourself to do more than you're able to? And risking your mental health and health in general? No❤️

Appreciate and applaud yourself for what you have accomplished. Don't let the
"I could have done more" make you any less proud of how far you have come along this path!

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@OurSideOfTheStory

When you look at the depressed, you know exactly why God created Poets. Who else scream for them?

Thoughts hub

I pretend to smile as I walk by. They don't know my real mind. Hidden from the outside. You don't see how I cry,all the time.

Why would you want to be me?

"What is that you want in life?" she asked. "To exist," he answered. After a while he killed himself, and on his grave she wrote, "you existed in me." The word he searched for his entire lifetime, the reassurance of his existence, and yet he was too cold to see it burning.

Watch "Heather - Conan Gray (Acoustic)" on YouTube
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I think I will just die in my sleep without a reason if I don't get to travel the world.

There is something about places like this 👆that make me feel at home....and I rarely feel at home...like never

Which makes me remember a writing I wrote once

I was on a road today and I saw places and people and I felt bad for them.These people that I have seen and places I wandered through were in the middle of nowhere and I felt bad because I thought they would never get to see what I have seen..these buildings and cars and people who wear lavish clothes in order to hide their bruises and pasts they can't seem to forget and then it hit me...what did all that chaos bring me...what did those rich and modern people do for me...did they listen?did they see me beneath my clothes?no they didn't...so if those people form the countryside had seen me...would they envy me? if those faces became witness to my ruthless past and see the mother that raised me would they have felt bad for me in reverse?would their eyes fill with tears?and maybe ask me...(a homeless orphan)...to maybe come and feel at home among their never ending children and their grasses and their festivals and their dances and their home which I dared to belittle...maybe find me a mom to fix me again...or maybe read my palms and show me where home is...or even baptize me in in their lakes and rivers as done for jesus.maybe then my wrists will finally be sown shut never to open again and remind me the terrible life I have lived...or maybe they would hide me in the chaos and voices of not my inner demons but actual people who feel at home wherever they are...make me forget the scent of my empty house I have gotten used to for a long time and make the smell of sweat and breath a scent never to forget...and if I dared to ask them to save me pushing all my anxiety and my depression and all my problems down would they help me?even more if they would be happy to help me would I feel at home at last?I dont think so...but I hope I do...so if this piece of writing that holds all of me ever reaches God I want him to know it's time to search for his lost sheep cause she have wandered enough...purposeless for so long...shared enough meal with the devil...said cheers to enough posion and that it's time for her to feel at home............At last
-Yeab T🥀-

And if I said thatI didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying - because I was born to be the other woman.I belonged to no one -who belonged to everyone, who had nothing– who wanted everything

Watch "Conan Gray "Heather" Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified" on YouTube
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I think my mind finds pleasure in making me feel bad.