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Just because I don't complain doesn't mean I don't have issues.

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Always remember kindness. Carry it in your heart like a compass on days you feel lost— a reminder to yourself to stay kind (especially) on days when you don’t know what you’re doing or where you’re going.

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Don’t call me slow when you haven’t carried the burden of my past.

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I gave too much of myself to you— that when I lost you, I also lost myself.

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You did it.

You became better.

(for another)

And that's the worst.

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I sincerely hope my bf receive all the good things that he wishes because he deserves it.

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Keeping myself together bc idkwtd if I don’t

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You bottled your love for me and put it on the shelf for display To show the rest of the world how much love you had for me

The world was in awe.

It sat on the shelf for years. And I longed to feel it.

Is it warm? Is it nice? I wondered.

I've always wanted to open it. No matter how much I tried, it wouldn't. I asked you but you couldn't careless. In desperation, I ended up breaking it.

And the world hated me for it. "Unforgivable" they say. I left and the world mourned with you while they crucified me. Time passed. I found out, it wasn't for me.

You were saving it for someone else to pour onto.

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In 2025

I’d like to stop hoping for the year to be good to me. I’d like to start being kind to myself when things doesn’t go the way I wanted them to. I’d like to be forgiving to myself when I make mistakes because I’m forever learning in this life. No one has already have their life figured out perfectly. I’d like to be patient with myself because I’m working on myself to be a better person; to see me that I’m trying my best. I'd like to be gentle to myself. I've suffered enough and nobody knows what I've been through better than me. I'd like to trust and believe in myself because even if nobody does, at least it's not me. Lastly, I’d like to love myself like how I love others— unconditionally even when unreciprocated.

No more "202* please be good to me."

This year, I'll be good to me.

And even in the coming years.

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Grief is the love you can not give anymore because it no longer has a place to go.

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Even the wind knows the weight of your name on my lips when I barely whisper it

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What if our other selves in different universes, in different lifetimes are also rooting for us in this universe, in this lifetime?

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You came to my life as a lesson and cost me my heart and sanity

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I am so tired.

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I would've given my life for you but I never knew you would be the one to take it.

A love so deep, it led me to fall

Only to find you were the one to let me go

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If you can only feel what I felt, you'd know how much I wish to d!e. I want to d!e everyday. My only wish is to d!e. I am so tired of trying my best to live. I am so tired of everything. I just don't want to be here anymore. Everything hurts.

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Nostalgia

is the faded ink from the letters you wrote for me, it is the washed colors from our photographs I hung on our bedroom wall, it is the flickering fairy led lights around the bookshelves, it is your faint scent left on my favorite sweater. Nostalgia is an unwanted visitor, fleeting yet frequent, an echo and a soft whisper simultaneously that escaped from the cracks of my memory.

It is bittersweet.

It is now just a familiar place where all that remains is the warmth of what was and the ache of what can never be again.

Nostalgia is a relief knowing that it’s now in the past.