Its hard to live sometimes

Luka 2020

Split my heart into pieces and gave them to people who touched my soul. Its my decision and I take pain for it. How do you think they treat my heart.

I miss having this one person always saying goodnight to. Every night. . . Even via message.

Sometimes I get sad.

Love her so much. It hurts. I want you back.

I like to cry even it hurts so much, because this is the only time I am with her.

Today I read two good sentences in one comment. Our brain produces every drug or alternative to it, every possible, and they are addictive. I guess I am addicted to bad feels. But I am not. But maybe I am... Second sentence was, that for true love one has to risk everything, and man, I want, I am, I have to... Where does it lead ? I don't know. I just don't want to hurt her...

If I would always put my thoughts and feelings on the paper, I guess I could be famous philosopher. On the other hand who would be interested in anyone's bullshit. I have like half of my mind saved in text documents and like 5 percent posted. And yet when I read my posts and shit I feel like damn boy, it's amazing what you can create. Why am I even writing this nonsense post now? I guess I want to remind myself from future to do more not to be afraid of publishing and shit. Do you know why I tend to keep my thoughts written? I am afraid I wouldnt ever make anything like them again, because every other second I am different person. Nothing is the same. PANTHA RHEI.

Caught my feelings rn

it was just a dream...

Someone once told me that good friendship is not about how long are you friends, but how good friends you are. Its about how well you know eachother. To know someone you have to spend time with him, but also to pay attention and most importantly to speak. Dont be afraid, speak about yourself, speak everything whats in your mind, speak a lot. Others either will listen or leave. Those ones who leaves were not supposed to be there and those who stay, well congrstulations, you are lucky enough to find some real friends.