Sometimes I forget to be proud of myself. I've been so hard on myself ever since the day I was born. Always striving for perfection, feeling guilty when resting & feeling like I've never done enough, like I never tried hard enough. But God, how hard I tried, how hard I try, every day again. [...]
i don’t know the reason of my arrival in this city so overwhelming & big i guess i just thought i’d find a home in a place full of misfits
last season i fell for you last month i cried for you this week i’ve been so angry with you so i think, that today or maybe tomorrow, i’ll enter the last stage & i’ll finally get over you
Look at all these words she spits on paper All this screaming, all this incurable desperation She doesn’t want to, but she sees no other way to release herself from her hunger, her pain & ponder To extricate herself from the hopelessness & emptiness that keeps her hostage She stays haunted by the rose-coloured past [...]
Maybe you were worried about the miles, just like me & although I knew the heartless reality, was enough to hold back the both of us, I was willing to cross worlds, because of my love, for you, but I couldn’t tell if you’d do this too
"The city is the best place to fall in love - but, the worst place for a broken heart"
"I may not be good enough for him, not good enough for you, but at least I'm good enough for me. And only I have the ability to make myself happy, so, end of story."