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I wanna make friends on this app because i feel like only YOU people are MY kind of people, so befriend me PLEASE

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A Little Something from My Notes App

some people do not care to listen to your words, they only want to talk. they only want to cut you off and be the one listened to. some people do not care to read your long paragraphs, they only care about what they want to convey in texts or emails. 

it hurts when they don't listen when they don't read. they skip through your existence only to acknowledge their existence. they do not care about whatever questions or wisdom you have. all they care about is THEY must be heard, THEY must be the centre of attention. you are just a puny little creature living in their world.

it's exhausting.

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what if the future i dream of consists of no one i love in the present?

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i drew a... frog?

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Beauty?

If you feel like you dont look good in pictures, you're right. Ever thought of it? You just weren't meant to be in pictures. Like if you saw a pretty flower and you just feel like it's so pretty so you had to take a picture of it. But when you look back at the picture, it didn't capture the beauty you saw, it didn't portray the image you saw in your mind.

And yes, that's exactly what I want to say. Your beauty couldn't be captured through a lense. Don't be too hard on yourself. If you still can't accept how you look, then don't. Go find someone and take some time to just stare at them, look closely at their features and you'll find the things that you like.

And keep those things in mind so that whenever you look at them, you'll see only the pretty things. And then try it on yourself. It's all about perspectives, everything is beautiful. If you only saw the ugly things, then how can you appreciate life as it is?

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lost again

When I was younger I had so many dreams,

dreams of the stars and the moon,

dreams of the skies and the seas,

dreams of reality and fantasies.

But now everything is gone,

the only thing left is crippling anxiety.

I try so hard to pick myself back up again,

to find my dream again,

to be full of spirit again,

but I trip and fall again.

I lie there wondering who am I really?

what am I really?

if not just a speck of dust within the galaxy?

I wake up every morning

mindlessly walking

cluelessly trying

with this soulless body

I drag it with me

with the little bit of spirit left in me.

I want to find myself

I want to be me

but how do I get myself away from this state of loss

how do I escape this confusion

where do I begin

what do I do

everytime I try I lose myself again

when will I find myself?