Jan 2, 2021
الحقيقة ان مفيش صورة كاملة وحلوة من كل ناحية كل حاجة ناقصة وهتفضل ناقصة‘ لكن الكمال, لله وحده.
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الحقيقة ان مفيش صورة كاملة وحلوة من كل ناحية كل حاجة ناقصة وهتفضل ناقصة‘ لكن الكمال, لله وحده.
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Isn’t it just the worst when someone makes you feel like you are ‘too much’
I wish I knew what ever the fuck is wrong with me. I wish I knew. I wish I could confront it, and drag it down like it has done to me. I want to pick it apart piece by piece and take away all it's happiness and then see how strong it is then. See how it copes with being a pathetic piece of shit. But the problem is that 'this' isn't another person. I can't get any closure. I can't get any sick repayment of pain.
First you took love. You too the only human being I feel that I am capable of loving, and you made him hate me. Despise me. Then you too my friendships. It's okay, I didn't need any support. I didn't need anyone to have faith in me. You've taken majority of my health. I don't need sanity, it's most definitely not a necessity for daily life. You too my fucking courage, respect, self worth, confidence, strength, you took fucking EVERYTHING except my family.
I can't get any closure because I have done this to myself. "this" is me. This figment of my imagination is me. I made all this happen. No wonder I hate myself, I hope I die in my sleep. Who wants to live in an pathetic existence alike this one ? No one.