Selftalk Stories

A very unhinged night and a lot of talking, to my mind. [This is a very random try I made, to write(or should I say, "type") just with the flow without having a bloody story in my mind! Try it if you have some guts to go through merdè ◜‿◝] P.S and tell me if you liked it in the comments!

It's gonna be myself talking to me and debating about things that I'm thinking and things that I'm worried.

Mine Yours Own tell me what are your late night thoughts

It is series of love letter I write for myself to self-encourage to keep going without losing hope in life

You just have to believe

Sometimes you can't even trust the person who stares back at you in the mirror.

Just an experimental draft of my thoughts

Everything will be okay <3

Random stuff with some meaning

Quá khứ của tôi đầy truân chuyên qua những dòng suy nghĩ mịt mờ đáng lo ngại. Giờ đây tôi tổng hợp tất cả. Để nhắc nhở hiện tại, và cũng là để cho tương lai của tôi một lời giải thích.

Our thoughts is a power to present the magic in ourself.

Hey guys this about me and how My life is so enjoy

[Pesan untuk diri sendiri] Pasti ada saat ketika kamu merasa rapuh. Ada saat bahagia, sedih, kecewa, marah dan tidak puas. Dinamika perasaan dan situasi itu nggak bisa dihindari. Banyak yang harus dilakukan untuk bisa bertahan: mencintai diri sendiri, menjaga kesabaran, menahan ego, memilah apa yang didengar, tidak hanyut pada standar orang lain, berani, mau membela diri, menerima dengan lapang dada, dan masih banyak lagi. Kita sedang sama sama tumbuh. Dan beberapa pesan untuk diriku ini aku sampaikan juga untukmu.

This is like a diary for me but i put it online just like that. You don't have to relate if you don't feel like it. It helps writing down what i feel so just bare with me.

Just a series of daily ramblings spit out by an INFJ girl.

A quiet moment of truth - a girl talking to herself, trying to understand her feelings, her fears, and her strength. Sometimes, the deepest conversations are the ones we have alone.

This is not a story. These are the few words I tell to. myself , to help me keep going. Coincidentally there could be a story within these lines, or a story could. emerge out of it, because every person has a story, at least one, good enough for a novel.

We all talk within knowingly or unknowingly. Here in this book I tried make the conversation verbal. Go through and find how I talk with myself.

Main roz khud se milta hoon... lekin har baar ek ajeeb sa shakhs hota hai. Na muskara pata hoon, na ro pata hoon. Aur log bas keh dete hain... 'samajh nahi aate tum!' Yeh kahani hai us ladke ki jo duniya ke shor mein apni hi awaaz kho baitha tha.