It has been ages since I migrated from a world of emotion to a world of reality.
Anxiety stems from shame. It is the idea that who you are or what you are doing is “not right,” therefore eliciting a rush of energy designed to help you “fix” or change it. You’re suffering because there’s nothing you can fix to make that urgent, panicked feeling go away. It’s a mismanaged perception of who and how you are.
Death ends a life, not a relationship. All the lives you have touched, all the memories you have created is still there.
Give up trying to be impossibly brilliant everytime.
My anger when you reach home late is LOVE.
Can we still be each other's if your being yourself and my being myself are at odds with each other??
Keep your cosmetic criticism to yourself. Give me something more solid, more fundamental.
I dont know if
This separation
Will bring us closer
But just hope it to be so
Grief makes one so terribly tired.