Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again... like you know you're not doing work that needs to be done, you know you're not studying, you know you're not taking care of yourself. You know all the things you need to do to start to trying to feel better. But you just can't. You're left feeling like nobody because you thought you were getting better, but here we are.
When it comes to be gentle, start with yourself. Don't get upset with your imperfections. Being disappointed by failure is understandable, but it shouldn't turn into bitterness or spite directed at yourself. It's a great mistake because it leads nowhere to get angry because you're angry, upset at being upset. Disappointed because you're disappointed.No text? I understand.
No calls? I understand.
No time for me? I understand again.
If you see me with someone else I hope you understand.I'm exhausted from trying to be stronger than I feel.
I hate how much I've shared with people, I want to take everything back.
Some say that I'm too sensitive, but the truth is that I just feel too much. Every word, every action, every energy goes straight to my heart.
Life has knocked me down a few times. It showed me things I never wanted to see. I experienced sadness and failures. But one thing for sure, I always get up.
Some days I'm confident, some days I feel like a loser. There are no successful people who never feel like losers. They don't exist.Un bel saluto a ogni amico sparito e a ogni stronza che mi ha tradito.
Tu non amavi me. Amavo piuttosto l'idea di avere qualcuno che ti amava."Didn't you used to be best friends?" ( breaks my heart every time)
I'm not perfect but at least I'm always myself.
But I'm a sunflower. That's funny because if I were a rose, maybe you'd want me.
If I could show you how awful you made me feel, you would never be able to look me in the eye again.
Sometimes I get this urge to talk to you and then I remember that now you're a different person. It's just sad because I miss you a lot.
STAI LEGGENDO
Salvami prima che cada
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