#lovewasted

since @lovewasted thinks they can mass delete posts from their blog (after gaining the traction, followers, and acknowledgement for other people’s thoughts while posing as an intellectual thinker) I’ve decided to spread awareness here.

rottedcurse is my twitter handle where I’ve been gushing about Frankenstein non stop. I’m a genuine fan and every bit of analysis posted on there has stemmed from my pure enthusiasm about gdt’s work. I’ve commissioned art and this account is dedicated to my growing expansion into hobby writing.

coming on here just to see that my posts were being copy and pasted word for word was insane to see. especially when it followed up with this post from @lovewasted about humility and authenticity all while they posted on the Frankenstein tag on here.

- I never should have fell for you

Nightmares of you make me wake up with my heart pounding and my head confused. And I know in that moment, I need my jaan to hold me against her chest and calm me. Because that's what the love of your life is supposed to make you feel. Calm. At peace. But you make me scared and frail and broken.

Love doesn't come your way easily. And when it seems like the wrong time or place, a while down the road you'll look back and wish you'd fought for it. Because love is always something worth fighting for. Whether it's a difference of faith, a certain span of distance, or the obstruction of an illness that lies in the way. When you find a girl so pure that the sound of her laughter makes you soar. Don't lose her. Eyes that are windows into her soul. Cherish her. Fight for her. Be selfless and show her that she's worth the fight. And while all the scars you get along the way will stay for a while, they'll still be there for her to kiss every night. Pick her. Choose her. Love her. More than anything you've ever loved.

I think this is beautiful and I'm so happy with how far I've come. I'll always be grateful for having known my ex. She's a good person and I wish the best for her. I'm really excited to meet new people and make new connections. To grow and heal a little more. To learn, academically, spiritually, physically, emotionally, and in the many other ways I can learn about our world. I'm thankful for the hard times because it taught me a lot. And again, I know most, if not all of my friends won't see this because they don't know about my blog; but I am so blessed to have them. Whether it's late night ft calls, or meeting up at 5am because one of us can't sleep, or sleeping on the phone cuz one of us are drunk, or even travelling across the country to see each other. They were the ones who told me that things were getting bad when I was just too emotionally blinded to see. It's about time I take their advice. Thanks guys. I can genuinely say I am happy. Working and studying, hitting the gym despite a busy schedule, taking care of my fur babies no matter how tired, spending time with family and friends. I am alive. I feel alive. I'm finally living.

I'm awake now.

My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.

I felt it.

Like waves pulling into the riptide.

I couldn’t seem to pull it back in.

And when all is wrong this is the moment I wish I had fins.

I’d swim against the current in long strides.