you're fine, you just need some time. the ache in your knees will subside. baby you're fine. your skin will turn to iron and your heart will blush again. some day these bullet-like exchanges won't bring you any pain. when the grey ceiling mumurs a "good morning" to you, and when having ammonia in your lungs has become normal to you: even then, bubby, you're going to be fine. choose to be nice to yourself every day. show up, check on your friends, eat your meals on time and rest when you can. it's sad realising how alone you are. why were you running so hard? who was this all for? smiles and words you wanted so badly: they were never for you. how heavy these burdens are, how endless these tears are. the herniated hip from birth, it certainly was signposting to what was to come. it hurts more deeply the more you think about it. the grieving can pause while you sleep. before bed, without much thought: sleep. no lucid dreaming, just rest. without wanting it to: it hurts, it hurts, it hurt. without wanting to: i have to accept it. i think i will have to do that from now. it's hard, but i will be fine. you always have time, you've always got time. you'll be fine.
The word Hindu is an exonym, and while Hinduism has been called the oldest religion in the world, many practitioners refer to their religion as Sanātana Dharma (Sanskrit: सनातन धर्म: "the Eternal Way"), which refers to the idea that its origins lie beyond human history, as revealed in the Hindu texts
Hey, D. Ahmed Protais traveled 16 countries in 8 years. Gotta know certain cultures and beliefs. Never found a truth if bible or coran are real. Never found Satan's book recommending people to sin, but bible says God does everything. so, the religion is big liar.
introverts. so take me there: to the end of this conversation. it starts in the same way, under the same circumstances. i'm lonely, you're lonely. we don't check in until it's all a little too much. Finally caving in as we burst at the seams. "How are you? i miss you." always precedes the trail of renewed confessions. nothing's changed, we're both still the same. you got a new comforter and i haven't seen those boxers before. still wrapped around your finger. still know you like the back of my hand. when we run out of things to say time begins to flow differently. the world mutes itself so i can hear your breathing. we're just existing in the same space and it's grand. we won't need to hear from eachother for another few weeks. low maintenance, dependable and all for me. you're my favourite human interaction.
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November 21, 2020 10:41pm UTC
If I were to disappear and stop talking to everyone, no one would even notice. I don't get phone calls or texts from anyone. People tell me they'll call me and they never do. Even if it's just "right after we get back from lunch". I get forgotten about easily I guess. I know that I'm just one person in the entire world... one tiny speck in the entire universe, but why do I feel like I have to wander through it alone? Why doesn't someone think about me and send me messages or even memes just to tell me they were thinking about me? When someone I think is a friend is having a rough time, I ALWAYS reach out.. no matter what and try to support them any way I can. I try to make sure they know that I'm always here if they wanna talk or do whatever to get their minds off of whatever is bothering them. And when I do, they always tell me they care about me too and that they will be there for me too, but they don't. They don't reach out. They don't text just to say hi. Why don't they check in on me? I just don't understand why I've been cursed. Cursed to love, cherish, and have empathy for everyone around me, yet I'm not even a blip on anyone's radar. Am I too weird? Am I mean? Do I say the wrong things? Am I too ugly or fat? Like, I just don't understand. I really don't understand why I always feel so alone. I try and try to make friends. I try to be someone's friend. It just never works out, and at this point.. it's been so long I'm not sure it ever will work out for me. I'm not going to hurt myself; I don't have the urge to. I just want to understand. I want to see me through someone else's eyes. I want to know what is so bland and so transparent about me that I am invisibile to basically the entire world. I just want to be found.. by a group of people who check in on me, care about me, and let me know they're thinking of me. A group of people that I can actually call friends.