I never understood how people that have never even met you in real life, never held a full conversation with you, know nothing about you but what they hear, can actually say they genuinely “hate” you.

You have to really feel a lot off self-inflicted pain, hatred, and jealousy, to feel as though you despise people who are basically like strangers to you.

Most people act out against people like that. Fight them and argue. But those are the people I ignore, don’t entertain, and just forget. And every now and then I pray that God helps people like that find mental peace within; because at the end of the day, everyone has a past & everyone feels pain, it’s just harder for some to deal with, and takes longer for some to heal.

They say love never dies
So we’re living
In the moment
Feels like ecstasy in my body
No drugs
But I’m floating, deeper in this hole
Will it end?
Have we begun?
Are we reliving what we had for temporary satisfaction, indulging in the idea of a secure love
because we need new distractions
From the bullshit and the lies and the chase to fill that void
That we seem to have gave each other
When we…

Wait.

They say love never dies
So I’ll just live in this moment
No over thinking. No second guesses.
Just us, in ecstasy floating.

How do you separate wants from needs? Dreams versus reality, and optimism versus naive? Life became a blur for me the very moment I realized that there’s not just one side to everything, not just two, but a million ways to look at everything. It’s amazing how something so small can turn out to be one of the most life changing influences to ever cross your path.How the smile of someone can imprint your memory forever.Or, no matter how many times you try to do the right thing, the blame always falls on you. 

At what point do we say “enough.”

Enough pain, enough tears. Enough struggle and fears. Enough of constantly feeling that no matter what you do, that you’ll never be good enough.Enough of caring and giving to people that don’t even realize that the love we feel for them runs so deep, that you’d give your all a million times over and over just to see them smile.

I’m not sure about you. But I’m saying Enough.

(Source: syuri-cloud)

I get lost in my head too often.

It’s rare for me to feel. Rare for me to allow my thoughts to fully take control without trying to control them. Without trying to block memories, force dreams, and limit my imagination. I often get lost within me getting lost (if that makes any sense).

At times I feel happy, at other times I feel distant, not sad… but alone. Like nothing else in the world can get to me and I can’t get to it. There are millions of things that I know about myself that I constantly try to deny. Hide. Act as though they don’t exist. Feelings I know I should’t feel. Thoughts I shouldn’t think. Even doing things that I later think about and question like “Wait, why did I just do that?” And sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, I’m not sure who’s looking back at me…

(Source: syuri-cloud)