You are better than treating people the way they treat you.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Sunday, December 17, 2017

I just want to go away

Saturday, October 14, 2017
have become
too talented

-Tyler Knott Gregson
Sunday, August 6, 2017


Monday, July 31, 2017
I'm going to have a surgery. It will leave scars on my stomach. You couldn't see me before the scars baby. You couldn't see me before the scars. I cried and cried. I feel so tired.

I wish you whispered everything will be alright 
Thursday, July 13, 2017

Friday, June 23, 2017
Please help me God...this pain is spreading like a cancer..from heart to physical eyes are so tired but I cant sleep...if I sleep it's the same dream I see that I don't want to hands are heart is feels sore and out of breath in my body and in my me God..i tried reaching out God..i wish I could puke out the memories too with the food...but they stay.. and they cripple me God..all my pain that i wasnt allowed to let out has started to cripple me..the years and years and years of lonely unspoken sacrifices have crippled me..robbing me off from the purity of my love has crippled me..abuses hurled that plays on repeat as nightmares every night have crippled me..the pain is pinching's everyday..everyday..on it's hurting somewhere here too..i don't know what to do where to go..please help me one else is

A minute at a time..a minute at a time

Saturday, June 17, 2017
You can do this can do this...


Monday, June 12, 2017
How much can you miss someone.. Is there a scale, a barometer to measure it.. What would suffice as enough.. do you stretch your hands to touch a face that's not there, but you still stretch it, do you close your eyes and imagine, do you wake up from a dream at night and look beside you.. what's the scale.. How do you measure it.. does the scale break when you miss someone beyond all measures.. I do not know what a broken scale looks like. But I know how it feels like. It feels extremely helpless. So helpless that you can't keep count of your pacing heartbeat. So helpless that you sweat from your head to toe, in an all freezing winter. You breathe so fast to gasp any air you can. But nothing in the world takes away the hollowness of that helpless heart. No amount of beautiful sunsets suffice. No amount of beach sand can fill that aching void. Your sunshine is always missing. All you can think about is being wrapped around those arms that felt more like home than any house ever did. If I ever make a house I will make it all white, painted with our white dreams that have turned black. My dreams are still white, surrounded by white snow and us warm in there somewhere. But everyday when I open my eyes, it's a nightmare I wake up to, so far away from you, so far away from my dream. I keep waiting for the day this nightmare will end, and it always ends with us in a white house, with painted white walls, white curtains, and a balcony with white clear sky. In a room filled with sunshine. Where I am curling up to you, and telling each other things we only want to tell each other, where my head is buried in your chest, but our hearts are at the ceiling. I feel so lonely in this crooked world, but I try my best to not let crookedness of others get through my heart. There is so much I don't understand and more so I cannot fathom. I am feeling so tired.. all of my remaining strength lies between your two arms holding me tight.. but I am so far from it. I try so hard to reach it.. missing it needing it every second now.. but it's not there.. and I am sweating with my broken barometer in this cold winter night..

Accept... to stop the tears from showing

Saturday, May 27, 2017
This is what it is... accept your limitations.. your foolishness.. your tears.. your sorrow. Accept your life. The way it really is, hidden. With the sleepless nights.. going over and over and over on all the whys and hows. Accept that evening you tripped on the middle of an empty road because you couldn't stop crying. But just before you entered your home you remembered to put the smile and glasses on. Accept the night when someone shouted at the top of their voice because it made them feel good, but you kept quiet and took it all, because the only thing that could make you feel good wasn't by your side. Accept the memories of your father will always stay a memory, his voice on hard disks, hugs never relived. Accept your alarm clock to 12 hours of work after a night of self harming thoughts. Accept your mother's loneliness, and the strength she deserves from you and gives you. Accept the life you knew was all gone. Accept the chaos of the world where bullies are president and people use each other by deceit and manipulation, just like your life. Children are killed as collateral damage just like the child in your heart dies the slow death. People try winning the politics at the expense of truth, just as in life through appearing to be something they are not. Accept, accept, accept. Because that's all you can do. You have nowhere to go, no safe place, you will live amongst these people running this world and claiming its ownership. Accept, because you were never the kind to claim anything, but the kind who always felt the world owes you nothing. Accept because you are not a queen, you have no crown, you are an ordinary girl, with a heart and a mind, that's all.