#dearnoone

Hurt people, hurt people.

This is a saying i've seen everywhere and have used even. But it's only now where I've actually experienced the gravity of it.

Earlier this year, out of my stress and exhaustion, I did something wrong. So so terribly wrong. Whoever ends up accidentally reading this, please don't do it. I talked shit about one of my closest friends because of one very puny thing. Imagine, it wasn't even a mistake, I was just so fucking tired and needed someone to point my frustration towards.

And some might say, you just talked shit. But the reality is, words when transmitted can often be lost in translation and words can hurt way more than physically hurting others cause it hits the heart. And the heart may look past it and may even be forgotten. But the hurt claws its way into one's heart, forges it in there and is kept in one's amygdala–our body's pocket for trauma.

So yes, it was bad.

And as the saying goes, hurt people, hurt people. Just as I hurt her, she hurt me. And boy did she hurt me back I never thought I ever would be.

She almost got me fired, turned everyone I know against me, made me feel alone in this foreign land where she was one of the people I considered family here.

And I get it, I hurt her I really did. But did I deserve all that? Did I deserve it so bad that I'm still payinh for it til now–6 months later?

Hey internet void,

Sometimes, the loudest conversations happen in silence. Like the song "Dear No One," it’s a letter to yourself, a raw and honest dialogue with the echoes in your mind.

It's easy to get caught up in the noise of the world, chasing validation in the wrong places. But there's a quiet strength in turning inward, in acknowledging your own worth without the need for external approval.

It's like finding a hidden room within yourself, a sanctuary where you can be completely authentic. No masks, no pretenses, just the raw, unfiltered version of you.

Maybe that's the real love story – the one you write with yourself. A tale of self-discovery, of overcoming doubts, of celebrating your unique journey.

When I wake tomorrow, another day where I’m unloved by you, I’ll remember the promise of forever that you made.

And how I should’ve known better than to put my faith in you and your empty promises.

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