I’m Slowly Learning That Some People Aren’t Good For Me, No Matter How Much I Love Them.

The hardest part about moving on is realizing that you didn't mean as much to someone as they meant to you.

Why go through all of that just for it to end like it didn't mean a thing.

On the verge

​She says she's given up on waiting for him,

She thinks it's all a pipe dream, in her head

That someone like her doesn't have the luxury to dream

To have adventures, explore and experience something new each day

To actually fall in love with what you do each day

To have him by her side, encouraging her

She was an optimistic person and somewhere,

out there, across the oceans she believed he was there

She thought she could have it all; the career, life, and relationship

But who was she kidding? Who was she to dare to dream

How can someone like her break those walls? So she gave up.

Then out of nowhere, from the other side; he talked

He said, 'I've found you, and I'll come get you'.

He waited years and years for her, searching for her

In this journey of happiness that he kept traveling

He knew she was the one to guide him in his purposes

He had it all in the past, but he wasn't happy genuinely

All because he needed someone to love him for him

When he found her, she was on the verge of giving up

He had to muster every ounce of energy he had

To reach out to her to let her know and be heard

That she was almost there, that they were almost close to each other now.

By Adia

the ever terrifying and exhausting cycle of “i don’t want to share my writing bc it feels disheartening when not many people are interested in it” and “i have to post the writing for people to become interested in it”

“How amazing is it to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

One word, TENACITY! Thank you

Earphones On

Music to drown the noise

with earphones on the whole time

staying as far away as possible

because I knew if I heard it

I wouldn't be able to stop myself

I would eventually speak up

I would explode it all

the anger and sadness

I've been bottling it all in.

Then it would cause more hurt

everyone would be mad

because everyone thinks they're right.

So even if there's screaming at the back

I keep my earphones on

with the volume up high, ignoring reality.

I could be happy. But I think too much.

“Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.”

— Unknown