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I hate myself a little more each time I open up. The words come out, and for a moment, I feel lighter but the weight always returns, twice as heavy. I start regretting it. My chest tightens. My thoughts spiral. Did I say too much? Did I make them uncomfortable? Did I make myself look pathetic? And even when they're kind, something inside still whispers, You shouldn't have said anything. It's not them—it's me. The way I never feel worthy of being understood.

~ Syeda Zainab

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Sometimes I catch myself feeling angry when I see someone receiving comfort for a pain I had to survive alone. It's not resentment toward them, just a quiet ache that flares when I realize what I didn't have. No one showed up when I needed it. No one held me. No one asked. And now, watching someone else be met with kindness, something bitter rises in me. It's not that they're undeserving. It's just that I never got the same. And it hurts that had to do it all alone.

~ Syeda Zainab

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I couldn’t make my parents proud. I feel it in the way they avoid talking about me, in how their voices soften when the subject turns to someone else, kinder, warmer, full of pride. But with me, it’s different. They don’t beam with joy when they say my name. There’s distance. Discomfort. And I understand. I didn’t become what they wanted. I didn’t give them a reason to be proud. And what hurts the most isn’t just that I failed. It’s that I became exactly what I feared the most, a disappointment.

~ Syeda Zainab

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I don’t think anyone ever truly wanted me. It’s hard, always feeling unwanted. I don’t feel necessary. I don’t feel like I matter. I feel like an afterthought, like I’m simply tolerated, not chosen. Like I was never someone’s first choice, never the one to hold close, to fight for, to love without hesitation. Not the kind of person someone’s eyes light up for. Not in the way that makes you feel like someone is genuinely glad you’re here, like your presence means something. And the more I feel it, the more I start to believe maybe I lack something.

~ Syeda Zainab

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How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

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*in Draco Malfoy's voice* my therapist will hear about this

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Do you ever wonder what happened to the weird girl from your middle school?

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I wish i had big claws to dig a little burrow in the dirt and sleep in it i think it would solve all my problems

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Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert

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I got up and had tea but no water😅

i am so thirsty but my brain is just

does this make sense

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My current roommate🥲🥲

Guys there's a bug in my room and it's really big someone save me

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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