Inside

There a big black hole inside of me which can't be fill. That empty part even myself can't complete it. U think having everything are happinese? No! I have and able to get what i want but if u ask am i happy yet? No i don't, Do i ask for more? Also, no i don't. I don't understand either why am i like this? I think everything seem to be enough for me but why am i feeling so empty? Why is it so dry?...... How long does this feeling going to last?.... I want to feel happinese too...

Feeling bottled up?

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2025-08-14

What am I to you?

I've been trying so hard these few months to win your heart but I feel so tired now. Someday you make me feel like you wanted me and another day u act like I'm nothing to you. Yeah I've changed a lot for you. From a girl who easily get mad to be a calm one because you never give a fu*ck about my feelings. You never care if I'm okay or not. What u said to me always so mean and I used to cry every night about that but still choose to forgive and text to you first in the next morning. You said you don't want to lose me but why I see no efforts at all to me ?. I don't mind to be just friend to you as long as you care about me but you seem not. I will not be able to move on now but I just wanted to remind you that maybe one day I can finally walk away because the patient is always under limited. I tried my best to keep you since the first day until now but if you still act like this sorry maybe I have to lose you to find me. Dear my little star! From me @your bestie 😊

2025-08-14

How to move on from the past?

He was the one ex-bf that i feel wronged to break up with. But after that we're still seeing each other as a normal friend. It's look like he already moved-on and ready for a new start while i still stuck in the past, and keep thinking if there anyway that make us back together? Or should i keep silence and wait for him? Sometimes i really want to move on but i don't know how

2025-08-14

Being ghosted

I used to be mad. I used to look back and wonder where I went wrong, and took all the blame. I wondered why would you ghost me like I never mattered. One day our friendship was flourishing–filled with laughter and late-night text messages and venting–the next, it was gone. I used to wished that our long/ funny conversation will come back. It hurts to know that we used to be so close, and now it’s like I don’t know you at all. I feel as though you don’t want me anymore. What do we all talk about, do we talk about past things to catch up on, or do we just act like no time has passed?. We’re not as close as we were before. There are days when I am so happy and that the person I want to talk to you is you. I want to tell you every detail, the entire story, and I want you to listen. There are other days where that high isn’t there when I feel low, and I just want you there to listen or to talk about anything else. Those days are when I miss you the most.There are some secrets that I could never tell another person, but I can easily tell you. Some days I wonder if we will ever be that kind of friends again. Sure, I look back and still smile on the times that we have had, the moments we had shared, the jokes, the laughter that filled our friendship. I have no idea how you feel about our friendship right now. But I am here, in case you make that step back. I am also here, wishing nothing but the best for you: laughter, that all your dreams come true, and all the happiness in the world. I’d like to let you know that our friendship meant everything to me. Thank you for the good memories that you leave behind. I hope wherever you are, you’re happy with yourself. I hope you have found peace with your problems–the people who had hurt you in the past. I hope you finally find something you love and let it consume you. I hope you find a guy who truly treats you the way you deserve.

2025-08-14

Until then...

Maybe one day, we'll meet again and explain to each other what really happened. Maybe one day we'll finally understand. Until then, I hope you live your best life and I hope you really do all the things you always wanted to do.

2025-08-14

Maybe in another life, where fate wouldn't be as cruel.

Have you ever seen couples whose have healthy relationships that meant together, would have happily ever after but out of sudden decided to go to separate way yet still loves each other?. Until these days I have seen a lot of couples that break up because of incompatibility. Not until it happened to my sister and I started to question that β€œIs there as such a thing as right person at the wrong time?”. Meeting the right person at the wrong time can be life changing when it doesn’t work out the way we desire. It’s harsh to accept but I wish that they would have a happy ending. Seeing them from strangers to friends to lovers, then strangers again, I just hope the cycle brings their souls together one last time.

2025-08-14

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2025-08-14

Imposter Syndrome

I feel that every single day and I hate it. I hate myself for having that feeling when I'm supposed to feel so grateful for whatever I have right now. People around me are all so successful and smart and everything and I look like a clown by existing everyday. I freaking hate it.

2025-08-14

Just a stupid theory

Idk if I’m right about this but according to Newton’s Third Law : β€œFor every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” So every time i think you , you must have think of me too