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iana-indie-blog · 4 years
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how’s your life? Mine, well nothings change still depressed, stressed and anxious..... i forking hate my life
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iana-indie-blog · 4 years
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A Paradise
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“In every happy memory comes a bucket full of disappointment” -me
This is what i learned today. I made two people happy today, one from saying to take her time walking down the stairs and another one at the arcade. I was playing this knock off piano tiles then he came to play with me. He absolutely crushed me (to be fair I suck in it) he probably got the high score if i stayed there a little longer. Is it weird if I know that he is depressed. His look, his face its really east to spot a person who is depressed (well for most cases) He doesn’t deserved the sadness, he deserves praise and he knows it. I can really see the talent in him like the way his hands touch the keyboard its kinda poetic if I say so myself. But as I said this is not a happy ending because after everything I did I still got beaten up by my mother. Do I even deserve this? I think I am a good person yet somehow I have scars on my arms. I never felt useless in life, I feel like a genie trapped in a magic lamp want to be free from my parents, school and people in general. People are always a disappointment. Why am I surprised that my mother beaten me up? I should know better she always does this to me. When quoters say life is unpredictable well my life is pretty predictable it is a continuous small circle. Sigh, life is disappointment when will it change for once?
This is the first blog I ever written hope you like it (mostly hope you can relate) you know I hate my life, xoxo iana-indie
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“Our actions defines where we came from, who we are and where we are in life”
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