She wasn’t just upset about what happened between her and her first love or of who she once called her friend. She was also depressed.
Traveled a long way Into this chapter.. only to continue to have setbacks.
Built up emotions.
And selfish longings.
Always wondering when will it ever end.
She thought feeling her emotions was easy but it’s comprehending & understanding them that’s hard.
One thing for sure, I hate about myself is this constant will to always try even when she knows it’s not progressing or going anywhere. Not for me or that person.
and it’s so weird to me that others philosophy are so different.. so difficult to understand.
That for them it’s so easy. But for me it’s so hard.
Especially when I do it all the time and never stop to question why.
It’s pretty funny to me…
Someone can hurt me multiple times whether they were to backstab me the 20th time, or if they weren’t learning their lesson the 6th or 9th time I told them, or I’d continuously be there for someone and spend endless time with them trying to help them.
Just for my effort to be utterly a waste of time.
And it’s so frustrating because I will remind myself why I should not do these things or clang on to some tied hope.
but I still go back every time, when will you call this journey quits?
when will you understand that not everything will not go your way.
You’re not the savior in anyones story, you’re just the extra character.
When will you realize that hope has died.
Why do you have to bump your head a million times before you actually get it.
why.
