And you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let me leave. And then wish I’d stayed. And you almost killed me. But I didn’t die.
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Masyado akong na iistress ngayon sa trabaho, masyado ko itong iniisip.
ang hirap, tumanda, pag tumatanda. Napakaraming responsibilidad na naka akibat sa pagiging panganay, o kung hindi man kapag nagtratrabaho kana ikaw na ang inaasahan.
Namimiss ko yung dati, yung mga ginagawa at pinagkaka abalahan ko noon. Oo at noon/dati na iyon at hindi na kailangan pang ibalik. Ngunit pwede mo parin namang gawin ang noon, di mo nga maiibalik, pwede mo namang gawing bago ang dati
Ay ewan, basta kailangan ko ng bago ngayon..
Kanina lang, oo kanina lang yun hahah
nakita ko yong conversation ng Ex ko tska yung Gf nya.
Wala lang, naisip ko sanang magcomment ng “ang sweet” kaso parang epal ako.
Bakit ba naman kasi natatak sa isip ng mga tao na kapag Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend e di mo pwedeng kausapin? na nakikipag plastikan ka lang oo may bitterness pero tapos na e. wala ng magagawa, oo may magagawa ka pwede mo silang paghiwalayin, kung may delikadesa ka pa di mo gagawin yun, pero sa tingin mo ba kung mapaghihiwalay mo sila magiging kayo? magiging masaya kaba?
Siguro tanggapin nalang natin na minsang dumaan ang pag ibig na yun sa buhay natin ngunit kahit anong pag iinagt ang gawin natin, kailangang mawala o gustong kumawala.
Martir mo bang matatawag, kung paulit ulit mong pinapatawad sa kasalanang paulit ulit ding ginagawa?
o sadyang pagmamahal lang talagang matatawag iyon..
Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. But you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
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Skinny Love, explained.
I kinda miss the time when Bon Iver wasn’t trendy because I’m a greedy little hipster and I want his hand in marriage
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