Instant Reimen, Just Add Coffee

Instant Reimen, Just Add Coffee

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A compilation of feelings and thoughts that go through my mind every now and then. Ignore the typos and grammar, it's not supposed to be a work of art. Just unedited rants. Knowing me, I'll actually end up editing and/or deleting them though. DISCLAIMER: Explicit language may be used. Talks of depression, anxiety, or self harm may or may not be present. ... And yes, I'm the type to eat ramen with those free wooden chopsticks you get from the fast food asian restaurants. Who is also the type, which I'll proudly add, to be a coffee addict. LIFE UPDATE: I just ordered reusable chopsticks for myself. LIFE UPDATE PT 2: My reusable chopsticks came in. LIFE UPDATE PT 3: I've been enjoying my reusable chopsticks. LIFE UPDATE PT 4: It's been a while since I've written anything, but we'll see how this spurt of inspiration goes. LIFE UPDATE PT 5: Do I order a new set of reusable chopsticks? The ones I have still work like a charm but the silver style is cool.
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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

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