I don't know

''It never stops hurting, does it?" ''What?" "Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else."

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2025-08-14

I don't want to give up.

I am depressed, insecurities filled my mind, anxiety consumed my daily life. I am filled with hate and resentment towards myself. I want to be happy but I just can't seem to be, I put on a fake smile in front of everybody but I am getting very exhausted doing so. I want to keep going but I feel like I am on the edge of the cliff and I am about to jump...! I cried for help but my family didn't seem to care, not many people seem to care, am I worthless? What is my purpose in life? Why am I here? Somebody help me!

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

I made it <3

I am the confessor of #KJ0217 I just wanted to say that I made it. It was super awkward at first but then things turn out better. BIG Thanks to those who give me tips cuz it really helped me a lot!πŸ™πŸ» Proud to say I am dating my dream girl ❀️

2025-08-14

Is it part of growing up?

Every year on this time, my birthday, I feel empty. I feel tired, pressure, and stress. Is it because I grow older, I got more responsibility. People may enjoy their birthday, but not me. I do not know why this happen. I noticed that in the last few year, I’ve been feeling the same. No excitement, nothing. NOTHING. I do not understand myself. I could not express in words. It just stuck in my mind, my body, my soul. Is it happen to everyone? Or just me? Writing this made me want to cry much, but there no tear left in me. If you have seen this and feel the same way, I hope you find your happiness and stay strong. #Fromaguywhobottledupeverything.

2025-08-14

I miss me, being with you

Throw back to yr 1, I think I had the most beautiful moment crushing on someone. She's my first love, I'm just not lucky enough to make her mine. Plus I crushed on her knowing she got a boyfriend. We became close, probably because of our personalities match and had alot of things in common. I think she is a type I always ask for. We got the same age, but she is so much more mature. She cared and noticed every little thing about me. She always make me feel special. Sometimes, we hold hands in the mall and during class. She used to called me her soulmate. We are lovebird in our class. I kept rejecting, saying no when our classmates talked about us as a couple.(inside, smiling and wishing it was true) xD I really miss me being with her. I miss reading book, paying attention in class, finishing my homework, learning new things, improving my grammar, caring my own health, going to gym, eating healthy food, being kind to other, fullfiling my commitment, keep things under control, keeping my promise, calming down my anger, being a reasonable person, being okay to say sorry. I miss being a better person, just to catch her attention. I miss trying to be a person that come in package. Being an understanding, a sweet, responsible, respectful and a romantic boyfriend, that she always wanted. I remembered days, the first thing I do when I got school is looking for her white scoopy and pink helmet. Everytime I saw her motor at the parking lot, I was so happy going to class, knowing I'm going to see her in any minute soon. Till today, with a little pain in my heart, such a warming one, I still can say I'm glad not telling her about my feeling toward her. We are now still friend, kinda close as before. I got a girlfriend, and sometimes I run to her when I fight with my girlfriend. She's still the same, being an understanding one, giving advice and comfort with care. I'm glad, staying in her life in a position that I able to hear everything about her, everything she wanna talk and going through. I'm glad being a shoulder she can cry on, playing her hair, stabbing her head gently anytime I want to. I am now graduated 3yr already. If I can keep it this long time, I really wish this can be forever. I think I am now being selfish. The thought of losing her is really scary. PS: I am gay.

2025-08-14

Karma

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2025-08-14

Let them go :)

αž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαžŠαŸ‚αž›αž‡αžΆαžšαž”αžŸαŸ‹αž™αžΎαž„ αžœαžΆαž‚αž„αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž€αŸ’αž›αžΆαž™αž‡αžΆαžšαž”αžŸαŸ‹αž™αžΎαž„ αž‘αŸ„αŸ‡αž”αžΈαž˜αžΆαž“αž§αž”αžŸαž‚αŸ’αž‚αžšαžΆαŸ†αž„αž•αŸ’αž›αžΌαžœαž…αŸ’αžšαžΎαž“αž™αŸ‰αžΆαž„αžŽαžΆαž€αŸαžŠαŸ„αž™ αŸ” αžšαžΏαž„αž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαžŠαŸ‚αž›αž‚αž„αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž€αžΎαžαž‘αžΎαž„ αžœαžΆαž€αŸαž‚αž„αŸ‹αžαŸ‚αž€αžΎαžαž‘αžΎαž„αž“αŸ…αžœαŸαž›αžΆαžŽαžΆαž˜αž½αž™ αž”αžΎαž‘αŸ„αŸ‡αž”αžΈαž‡αžΆαž™αžΎαž„αž–αŸ’αž™αžΆαž™αžΆαž˜αž–αž„αŸ’αžœαžΆαž„αž•αŸ’αž›αžΌαžœαžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αž†αŸ’αž“αžΆαŸ†αž αžΎαž™αž€αŸαžŠαŸ„αž™ αŸ” αž€αžΆαžšαžŠαŸ„αŸ‡αž›αŸ‚αž„αž‚αŸ αž”αŸ’αžšαŸ€αž”αž”αžΈαžŠαžΌαž…αž‡αžΆαž€αžΆαžšαžŠαŸ„αŸ‡αž›αŸ‚αž„αžαŸ’αž›αž½αž“αž―αž„ αž±αŸ’αž™αž…αžΆαž€αž…αŸαž‰αž–αžΈαž‚αž»αž€αž“αŸƒαžŸαž˜αŸ’αž–αžΆαž’αžŠαŸαžαžΉαž„αžαŸ‚αž„αž˜αž½αž™ αŸ”

2025-08-14

I hope you're happier now.

It seems to me like you couldn't wait to finally getting rid of me...I was hoping you'd ask me to stay after all the shits we've been through and after all these months I've spent suffering in silent but you didn't mind losing me at all You would rather start afresh with someone new than to make things right between us I really did believe you when you gave me your word Never once did I question you and your intentions...I thought I knew you by heart and you wouldn't do anything to hurt me...I defended you to everyone Now I'm left feeling like I'm constantly dying