Talesbyjasmine

"Hi everyone, I hope you're all doing well. I’m sorry for disappearing suddenly, but I couldn’t help it. Lately, I’ve been feeling very lost and sad. Every task feels incredibly challenging because I struggle to focus on anything. My heart feels heavy with sadness. I no longer enjoy writing the way I used to, and seeing people around me happy makes me feel sorry for myself."

fancyfigments

@Talesbyjasmine it's ok bud, give yourself time
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Talesbyjasmine

"Hi everyone, I hope you're all doing well. I’m sorry for disappearing suddenly, but I couldn’t help it. Lately, I’ve been feeling very lost and sad. Every task feels incredibly challenging because I struggle to focus on anything. My heart feels heavy with sadness. I no longer enjoy writing the way I used to, and seeing people around me happy makes me feel sorry for myself."

fancyfigments

@Talesbyjasmine it's ok bud, give yourself time
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Talesbyjasmine

He is immature, a child at play,
          Where words meant for jest lead him astray.
          I, the mature, with a writer’s soul,
          Shape worlds and thoughts, my mind’s control.
          
          He cannot bear the jesting tone,
          Fussing over seeds I’ve barely sown.
          I am a reader, lost in my books,
          He is the reality in puzzled looks.
          
          My delusions bloom, a garden so vast,
          He is the storm, a shadow cast.
          A reality check to my woven dreams,
          The starkness of life, or so it seems.
          
          Yet perhaps, in his truth, there’s a place to grow,
          To balance the light with what we know.
          For even in contrast, a story’s born,
          From delusion’s dusk to reality’s shadow.