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You know what sounds kinda sexy? No one hurting my feelings ever again

Menschen zurück zu verletzen, wird deine Schmerzen nicht heilen.

Doch :3 hihihihihihi

I wish

Love rarely ends because two people are incompatible, it ends when one person stops evolving. When someone avoids growth, dodges honest conversations, and clings to their old patterns, they slowly dismantle the connection themselves. Love survives on courage, accountability, and maturity. Where there is fear, silence, and stagnation love quietly dies.

After certain things happen, you don't feel the same way about people anymore, no matter who they are.

Nothing in your life has been random. Not the person who broke your heart. Not the job that ended. Not the door that closed without warning. Not even the moments you still don't fully understand. You think you were unlucky. You think you chose wrong. You think you should have seen it coming. But every encounter exposed something. Every ending revealed something. Every disappointment stripped something back. Some people arrived to awaken you. Some arrived to test your boundaries. Some arrived to show you exactly what you will never tolerate again. And yes, some came to hurt you. But even that pain carved clarity. Even that loss sharpened your self-worth. You weren't being punished. You were being refined. Growth rarely feels graceful while it's happening. It feels like confusion. It feels like loss. It feels like the ground shifting under your feet. But nothing was wasted. Every lesson stretched your capacity. Every fracture widened your heart. Every time you chose to keep going, something stronger in you took shape. Stop labeling your story as good or bad. It was necessary. It was forming you. Trust the unfolding. Trust the timing. Trust that the same force that dismantled what no longer fit is the one building what does. Life is not happening against you. It is happening through you. And you are becoming exactly who you were meant to be.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭.

i don’t think i’ll ever fill the inner emptiness that came from the lack of parental care as a child. guess i’m cursed forever.

I feel too much

i’m just so fucking tired i don’t think sleeping for 20 days straight would help i need to die

Ich funktioniere, aber ich lebe nicht. Kein Stück.

Dieses stille Zerbrechen, während draußen alles weiterläuft, als wäre nichts und man selbst fragt sich, wie lange man noch kämpfen kann.