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persona001999 · 2 years
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I feel like I’m stuck in life right now, but at the same time my life keep processing.
It’s weird.
I’ve meet so many new friends, have had to say goodbye to some and keep on meeting new ones. Just in the spate of 8 months. It has been a lot…. I’m greatful for these past 8 months.
but I’m afraid… afraid of what to come when I have to go back home again
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persona001999 · 2 years
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It’s so weird to me that I haven’t been writing for a long ass time now. 3-4 months ago I was writing every day! But now I just don’t have the time. I do still write in my diary, but it’s not the same..
Guess life just cut out of me. I moved to a new country. Have made new friends and meet new people. My whole life is changed from one day to another, but I don’t see that as anything negative! I’m really happy here. I was sooooo depressed just 1 month ago and now I feel so kind of peace! I still have moments of sadness and exhaustion, but not for a long time like before.
Guess life just have to suck a little before it gets better!!!
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persona001999 · 2 years
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I’m tired of trying…
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persona001999 · 2 years
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persona001999 · 2 years
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It was weird Matt had confessed his feelings for me a month ago, but he didn’t expect me to go out with him or even giving him an answer.
I guess he knew what my answer would be, so he never asked.
After a month had past and we were still friends. Not had changed. I realised that to him just the fact that I was still his friend. That he could still see and talk to me almost every day. That was enough for him. Just the simple fact that I was still in his life was enough. MY presence was enough.
Guess this is the most purest form of a one-sided love.
- from a novel I will never finish writing.
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persona001999 · 2 years
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I’m
Scared
I’m scared of ending in a relationship like my parents.
I’m scared of taking the same role as my mother did for so many years.
But I’m also scared of becoming the role of my father….
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persona001999 · 2 years
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It’s hard enough to control your on emotions so what makes you think that you can control somebody else’s?
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persona001999 · 2 years
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To be really honest, I have been feeling kinda under the weather lately. I feel like giving up on life….
Ever since August my life have been up and down constantly. I first get really good news just to see them being crossed down…
Just yesterday I got bad news about a job I was really looking forward to.
I don’t know why I’m still trying in life. It’s meaningless.
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persona001999 · 2 years
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Miss the way I looked, not the way I felt
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persona001999 · 2 years
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He loved me the way a girl should be loved, but I couldn’t do the same for him…..
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persona001999 · 2 years
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Just trying to figure out what I did wrong and why I have to be this way
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persona001999 · 3 years
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Him; Why won’t you let me love you?
Me; Because you are a good person, and I don’t want to ruin you too by letting you in. it’s not great to love me and you will only hate me and yourself in the process. I only destroy people that are close to me and that try to love my horrible being. So that is why I won’t let you love me. Because it’s for you own good. I’m that much of a person to see that.
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persona001999 · 3 years
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I guess u get use to being lonely, when it’s a constant feeling you have...
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persona001999 · 3 years
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I was a big mess back then. I’m still a mess now. But now a more experience mess
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persona001999 · 3 years
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We all contribute to our own and others earlier death
We all shortens or expand our own life with the choices we make every day and the paths of life we end up in
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persona001999 · 3 years
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Sometimes people make a persona too survive. Others makes a persona to live
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persona001999 · 3 years
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When u think about it, we’re our own reason too why we suffer and how much we suffer. Our own minds play with us more than we think...
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