Isn't it sad that my biggest dream is to wake up in the morning and fucking see that she texted me? Every single fucking night. I got to bed with that thought in mind. Wishing that in the morning when I wake up and check my phone. I'll see a message from her. How did I even get here? Two months ago I was waking up every day with fucking desire to live, with fucking desire to do my work and shit. I... » Continue Reading
Yknow, it doesn't really matter what happens. It doesn't matter how much I fuck with my health, how much I blast loud music into my ears or how much I distract myself with work or whatever. I just fucking feel empty without you. Yeah, sometimes it does work. Sometimes I do feel better about myself and my life. But the reality is that im fucking miserable. No one is fun to talk to. Nothing is fun t... » Continue Reading
Sometimes when I think about her I get so angry about how I fucked things up. Sometimes I genuinely just want to stand up, fucking punch the wall so hard that my hand breaks. Sometimes I genuinely want to do that. And to be honest if I didn't kind of have the self control I have I'd do it bro. We'll see how long I can stop myself though. It's not like the anger I feel with myself goes anywhere. It... » Continue Reading
I've been noticing that I pick up a lot of habits from people I stop talking too. The first thing I think of when I think about that is. A had a friend. We stopped talking a few months ago. Ever since I've started to write more punctually. More correctly. For example, when I write in my own language, it's a language with the Cyrillic alphabet but a lot of people write with Latin letter. Because of... » Continue Reading
Sometimes I wonder if someday we'll reconnect and talk again with her. There are so many things I want to tell her. Not only that I love her and stuff but also my life. When something interesting happens I instantly imagine myself telling it to her. For example, recently went to visit my grandparents. I was with ripped jeans that day and they thought that a dog or something ripped my jeans lololol... » Continue Reading
Sometimes I wonder whether God is punishing me for not working as hard as I should have. Thinking back 90% of the problems I have wouldn't have even arised if I worked hard enough. I had so many opportunities but I just didn't take them and now I'm at the start line, worse than I began lol. I remember where it started actually. It was mid July last year. I had a big opportunity to have access to a... » Continue Reading