Jessica Marie

mirrorworld12:

Sometimes I hate the ways this world works

How we all end up hurting the person who loves us the most .

How from all the emotions love has turned into the most manipulative one and trust into the most doubted one.

How the quiet ones are always judged .

How the talkative ones are always perceived as fake, childish or too happy for their own good.

How the pain and hurt are so common and smiles are so fake and rare.

How we have to pretend that we don’t care about our heart by turning so cold towards emotions that we actually end up killing it.

How nights are no longer for sleeping but crying alone hiding away from everyone.

How we are no more excited for new days because all we have to do is behave like a machine and wear the mask that people love and deep down we hate.

How passions are turning into side hobbies and study is not about knowledge but about jobs and money.

How people are scary than ghosts and monster don’t hide under the beds but inside us.

How our eyes are no longer readable and our lips have nothing to do with saying of our soul and heart.

How death seems easy to most of us than life.

How we all know all these and many more things like this but we do not care because it’s not the way our world works

How this world is ‘our’ and how ‘we’ all have created all these ways but each and every one of us suffers because of one and many of these ways.

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sunsetico:

“If the right of owning your own body was ever transgressed at any moment, know that the guilt is not yours to feel. You probably already know that, theoretically, it is never the victim’s fault but when this type of things happen to you, all the solid feminist theories you believe in suddenly turn to smoke. Whether you want it or not, an unknown guilt will gully you from the inside. And at first, you won’t know what it is. They’ll tell you a hundred times that what happened to you wasn’t your fault and you’ll nod your damn head but you’ll cry yourself to sleep, thinking ‘why the hell did this happen to me?’ and believe it or not, this is the type of guilt you thought you’d never feel.”

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this is probably one of the things i find the hardest to write about.

this is for the ones who struggle with their own existence because of someone else’s crime.

it wasn’t your damn fault.

fckinbrat:

lmao it’s funny how you can meet someone, put your guard down & let them in. be vulnerable, & let them see your lowest points. all for that person to just leave your life & never speak to you again.