Two years ago, I knew what I did was wrong, was inexcusable, but I still allowed myself to be strung along, knowing the consequences of my - our? - actions.
But I woke up, and I left it all behind, all while praying I won't make the same mistakes again.
I knew karma would get back to me one way or another, I just didn't expect it to land on someone I care about deeply. Please, take it back, and give them back the happiness they once had. What she deserves.
And I hope that the other person who's walking down the same path as I did would wake up and stop this nonsense.
Please. It's all I'm hoping for now.
Painted Dreams
psychoanalyse me.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Monday, September 17, 2018
Stop pining for people you know you can't get.
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Saturday, September 15, 2018
"Have you learned anything while being there? I hope you're learning," my boss once asked me.
Yes, indeed, I'm learning.
Learning all over again that trust is a fragile entity.
Learning again that you really do need to pick the ones who deserve you investing your trust in them.
Learning again that sometimes, those that you invest your trust in can turn around and betray that trust.
Faith is an extremely fragile entity indeed.
Yes, indeed, I'm learning.
Learning all over again that trust is a fragile entity.
Learning again that you really do need to pick the ones who deserve you investing your trust in them.
Learning again that sometimes, those that you invest your trust in can turn around and betray that trust.
Faith is an extremely fragile entity indeed.
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Wednesday, March 07, 2018
Back to that crippling cycle of self-doubting.
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Sunday, February 04, 2018
Friday, October 13, 2017
What I hate most on the day where I have to be on night shift: being unable to fall asleep no matter how I try, because I simply can't sleep when it's still broad daylight out there.
What makes it worse is when I get assaulted by a crappy headache that's refractory to painkillers. Fuck my life.
What makes it worse is when I get assaulted by a crappy headache that's refractory to painkillers. Fuck my life.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2017
You know humanity is rotten to the core when the first thing someone asks you after the death of their parent is: "Do you know how I might be able to withdraw his bank balance?"
Sickening.
Sickening.
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