itsdark-walkaway
It’s a dark place
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OH God , I am back .
no not really
i just wanted to say something to myself and Tumblr has always been that place to me. so I m here at my old space.
I would have become a distant dusted memory to some but tumblr gave me good friends as well and some were way too toxic, we will focus on good.
so hears a note to myself…..(finally right)
You are much more than you think
Much much more than they treated you
They don’t deserve the gem you are
we are done crying girl,
it’s time to glow up
and show them what you are really capable to do.
work the hardest , we have to climb the biggest mountain and it’s not impossible my love.
let’s work to go north in our life .
to leave all the heartbreaks n lost ones behind,
to show you are different from everybody
because YOU ARE YOU ! ANSHITA
trust yourself like everyone trusts you.
it’s the time to MANIFEST.
good luck 👍🏻
thank you.
I don’t know what I wrote n if anyone will ever read it but yeah I let myself out here.
goodluck my beautiful friends ….. see ya all someday in future near or far .
take care ✨
I wanna cry till death takes me in her arms and embrace with its soft touch , closing my eyes and singing melancholy lullaby of her's.
“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”
— Epiphany
I am not feeling anything.... nothing at all.
No anger , love , hatred, care , guilt, sadness , happy ,pain and whatever feelings there exists.
I feel nothing.
I wanna be vulnerable again , wanna cry it all out , wanna laugh being happy .
I want to feel it!
Want that serotonin, dopamine, gaba to hit my dormant receptors and produce feelings , normal feelings which everyone deserves , ME TOO!.
giving your dash a little clean
Mend yourself beautifully too ,✨🍁
Visible Mending Guide
Today.
I hate being in that mood where nothing’s really wrong but nothing feels right either
I hurt someone n yet I don't feel bad.
Why?
Maybe I m learning to let the toxic things go.
Don't stop if it hurts.
Hope I will feel alive one more day.🤞
When it rains in India, it is the duty of potatoes/onions to cover themselves with besan and jump into boiling oil..
Today I saw death
But I escaped
I think it's still lingering behind me.
Liar.
Be aware I am the one
And a ____ person too!
I can't I don't want to do it!
How many more days to live?
you know what? sometimes you are wrong. sometimes you are the toxic one. sometimes you are the bad guy in a story. but that does not make you a bad person. we all at many points in our life, no matter how healthy and good we are, have moments where we are wrong. don’t beat yourself up for this. reflect on the situation, identify what you did wrong and how you can avoiding making the same mistake, and move on. you’re human. you make mistakes. all you can do is learn and move on.
Just got to live until you die.
Today too I don’t wanna live .
Sorry , it is a tough day.
Bear with me.
Feeling something, something 🌫😶🌫️
Have you ever felt it?
Days where…
It feels like a constant struggle to push forward. That even if you put your best foot forward, it’s like you might as well be bringing both off the edge of a cliff.
Maybe…
Times where you genuinely and painstakingly question the meaning of life, of existing on this planet, of being around.
You know that you should keep going — because surely, everyone has a purpose or something to at least try to strive towards — but at the same time more thoughts keep weighing you down with why it might just all be in vain.
Am I unwanted? Unneeded? An unnecessary obstacle or burden to those who cross paths with me?
If you’re growing under the wary eye and disapproving glare of an emotionally unavailable parent, does that mean you’re just another mouth to feed, another disgusting waste of space that only regains clarity or becomes redeemable when you’re needed for something, or are useful to the objecting person in question?
Surely not. Surely if you hypothetically could surround yourself with a lighter crowd of people who appreciate you for who you are inside and outside, for what good you can bring despite your setbacks and flaws and mistakes and imperfections and bad decisions…
Surely you would realize you mean a lot to someone out there. To at least one other person living on this planet.
It’s hard to fully regain sense and your bearings during times like these.
Days where you can barely imagine the future of five, ten years ahead — heck, even a week or a month ahead — when just this one day feels like a mountain crushing you from the inside out, and then back again.
Over and over and over.
If you can piece together moments like these from your own life, maybe you’re going through something similar. Or have, for that matter.
I want to believe there is light at the end of the tunnel. That no matter how many times I get crushed and broken down little by little, that no matter how many times the same wounds get ripped open and abandoned with salt freshly poured to sting and burn at my core, at the crux of who I am or who I think I am, that something good — surely! — will come about.
And that every bad day brings me closer to the good day that will eventually become a good period, and finally, a good, consistent period of life.
Once and for all.
Maybe that’s why I continue reading so much, even as an adult now.
Because for whatever wishful thinking might result, some part of me desperately wants to believe — even if I can only vicariously feel it right now — that those stories of characters overcoming family abuse to find love, peace, a home among those who truly and unconditionally love and care about them…
Can actually become a reality.
For me. For you.
For everyone.
Because at the end of the day, I still have to remind myself…
Ending it all — by my hands — would only cut short a life that might be wonderful on the other side of this tunnel.
No matter how dark and horrid and painful it may be right in this moment.
Sleepless.
Restless.
Anxious.
Hopeless.
Lost.
Ready for sacrifice @intoxicatednits
Everyday at 11:11 ...
I make a wish.
But my wish never comes true.
Why so?
And the rains remind me of you
It would have been our first rains
But you left me naked n alone in cold winters.
With questions showering like snowflakes from dark sky.
These thundering clouds reminds me of the silence you kept while answering me
Was I the reason, or where you a cheap local blanket I felt for in coldest winters.