Forwarded from 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
It’s december 31st.
It’s actually 11:53 p.m.
And as I begin to roll towards January, I just want to thank this strong-broken soul for surviving another year, for showing fortitude in the face of all the tragedies, traumas, and disasters. This year wasn't as tough as the pervious ones, I was not well on the psychological and health front,
but today I feel proud of this soul that's held inside my body for surviving so much and remaining powerful despite the odds. But regardless of what has happened, I have outlined plenty of goals and I intend to accomplish them
I, surely have grown and learnt a lot but still, I want to learn more over and over again because just as a coin has two sides, and so is life, I know there are still difficulties left for me and I'm ready for whatever that waits for me
It’s actually 11:53 p.m.
And as I begin to roll towards January, I just want to thank this strong-broken soul for surviving another year, for showing fortitude in the face of all the tragedies, traumas, and disasters. This year wasn't as tough as the pervious ones, I was not well on the psychological and health front,
but today I feel proud of this soul that's held inside my body for surviving so much and remaining powerful despite the odds. But regardless of what has happened, I have outlined plenty of goals and I intend to accomplish them
I, surely have grown and learnt a lot but still, I want to learn more over and over again because just as a coin has two sides, and so is life, I know there are still difficulties left for me and I'm ready for whatever that waits for me
I can never run from the sadness. I can never hide from it. It's always there. But somedays I just can't fight. All my soul speaks of is tiredness from everything. I don't want to be alive. To do anything. Or be anything.
Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
Years from now maybe I will forget all this horrible times but I would reach to grab a coat and there they are, My masterpieces just lying in my wrists,untouched. It will be like no time has passed and it will drive me back to this nightmare.
-Yeab T🎨-
-Yeab T🎨-
“every now and then, I find myself staring at your pictures and think about all the things I fell in love with — your pretty eyes and your beautiful nose. I think of the mark between your fingers and the touch of your hand. It’s been a long time since you decided to walk away but I still remember you once said that my hand fit perfectly in yours and you’d never let go of it. That’s what you wanted, at least my heart believed you did. I know I should forget you — I must forget you and fall out of love but it’s not easy. I mean, if I could, I would but I still hear those promises you made and the words you whispered in my ear. I know, you no longer love me like you said you loved me but I hope you know I loved you when I said I did and your absence never made a difference to it. But you will never know."
Forwarded from በመንገዴ (Venice Bitch)
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Missing home is a pain I have always felt ever since I was a child I still feel it deeply.....my heart still hurts and aches💔