I’m tired of being tired.
It’s really nice to know that you have given a bit of yourself to others. Helping them mold their own being. It’s nice. It’s beautiful. It’s worth it. But at the end of the day, you’ll be alone and the question you’ll ask yourself is this:
How much have I influenced myself today? What did I do for me?
I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides. Do anyone’s inside and outsides match up? I don’t know. I’m only me. Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside. But it’s worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me.
i hate it when adults assume i’m on the internet all the time by choice. if i had enough money to travel around and etc, do you think i would be withering away my youth behind a computer screen you useless paperclip.
I dont think i have ever heard the term useless paperclip used as an insult before.
clearly you never tried to write a word document in the 90s
In real life happy endings are a rarity. For the most part, endings are ordinary, and other times, they’re so sudden and unexpected they can hardly be considered endings at all. Some of the things you love the most will disappear without a trace and you’ll never really know where they went off to. You won’t always have the answers. You won’t always find closure or receive compensation for the hurt. Sometimes, you’ve just got to take a breath, make peace with yourself, and do your best to move forward.
I don’t know what can make me happy anymore. Sad, but absolutely true. Everything is just… Okay. I take it one day at a time, going in circles. Everyday is a routine. Everyday is just a stepping stone towards the next day.
I learned that a tough shell is still important. I thought that I’ve finally overcome the shield I dragged ever since I was young. I took it down for a moment. I was glad and excited for it to happen once more. But then I was moved to a different place - a different world. A place where everybody does the same thing everyday. A place where everybody concluded that it was their home. I tried taking with me the softness I found within me. Only to be scratched by the truth that it will not do any good.
They ruin you.
When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god.
2. Overgeneralization: Generalizing from a single negative experience, expecting it to hold true forever (“I didn’t get hired for the job. I’ll never get any job.”)
3. The mental filter: Focusing on the negatives while filtering out all the positives. Noticing the one thing that went wrong, rather than all the things that went right.
4. Diminishing the positive: Coming up with reasons why positive events don’t count (“I did well on the presentation, but that was just dumb luck.”)
5. Jumping to conclusions: Making negative interpretations without actual evidence. You act like a mind reader (“I can tell she secretly hates me.”) or a fortune teller (“I just know something terrible is going to happen.”)
6. Catastrophizing: Expecting the worst-case scenario to happen (“The pilot said we’re in for some turbulence. The plane’s going to crash!”)
7. Emotional reasoning: Believing that the way you feel reflects reality (“I feel frightened right now. That must mean I’m in real physical danger.”)
8. ‘Shoulds’ and ‘should-nots’: Holding yourself to a strict list of what you should and shouldn’t do and beating yourself up if you break any of the rule
9. Labeling: Labeling yourself based on mistakes and perceived shortcomings (“I’m a failure; an idiot; a loser.”)
10. Personalization: Assuming responsibility for things that are outside your control (“It’s my fault my son got in an accident. I should have warned him to drive carefully in the rain.”) Source: http://www.helpguide.org/mental/anxiety_self_help.htm
"First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go."
This is a copy of one of the photos I sold last yr for the Typhoon Haiyan survivors. Out of all the photos I put there, this is the one I displayed in my room as I want this to be a constant reminder -
When tired, rest; When everything is in chaos, pause - then continue.
Strength wasn‘t about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.