My Mind But In Words

When I lose to fucked up state of my mind, as my friend, remember me for who I was, not who I became in the end.

I wish there was a meter, or perhaps an equation, to calculate exactly how much someone values you. That way, I would never make the mistake of loving someone more than they love me.

What a sight of those full lips of yours. Bless my ears, say my name.

Is there a pain worse than the act of waiting?

My heart is racing. I’m sobbing here in my room like a patient left behind in a psych ward. ​Does my suffering not soften your heart?

It’s a different kind of pain when you’re mad at someone but you also understand their perspective. ​I despise the emotional maturity.

Maybe in another reality, I was fed up with the disrespect. Maybe somewhere remote in the universe, I walked away when I was supposed to, choosing my peace and my dignity. ​That self of mine would be disgusted by what I have done to myself here.

I have no love left in me to give to the world. Let my hatred suffocate me to death.

Doing well on an exam that you barely studied for is truly one of the best experiences of all times.

All I want is to be chosen. Please, choose me. Put me above everyone else.

Time’s greatest mercy is that it passes. Even on the worst day of your life, there is a flicker of optimism knowing that one day all of this will be nothing more than a memory.