salt and sugar ; my intellectual thoughts

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it's so hard to blend in with others.
3/7/19

it took me a long time to find back the confidence to continue, or even begin publishing personal thoughts. I'm trying my hardest to gather my shit together and learn to accept things.

the sky i encountered today was everlasting; it brought back one of the feelings I've been longing for...happiness.

vv helpful advice: when you honestly don't know what to do with your life, get off your phone, stop CONTEMPLATING life, and take a deep breath. going outside for a walk home with a nice and cozy sweater never fails to calm your inner nerves.

being the intellectual I am, I tend to overthink my problems with different perspectives. how can I be an introvert and extrovert at the same time?

it feels like I'm standing above my conscience. if the devil could provide me with happiness, would i agree to his sinful acts?

I figured this wouldn't really be a poem because really, when one is depressed and torn apart, they wouldn't bother to spit everything on the top of their mind out, onto paper.
they say hope will never burn out, but sometimes I truly feel as if all was lost. that the loved ones beside me were taken away, the positivity I once had in everything I did turned dark...this was all MY fault. the warm smile that would've enlightened someone's day...lacked the sincerity and meaning.
perhaps, even when I called myself horrible things that others might have began to utter, I pitied every single little part of me, for not being strong enough to deal with whatever God has planned.
3/8/19