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It's not that I don't trust you but that I am scared a matter of fact terrified too. ''History repeats itself, first as tragedy second a farse.'' This quote makes me wonder if will you be my farse? A serious situation turned into an absurd joke... If that's the case, then tell me now, so I can leave. For I know I won't be able to get over you. I don't want to doubt you, but with every word that comes out of your mouth, all I can think about are the worst-case scenarios. It's difficult to explain what's going on, and I apologize for your exhaustion. I don't want you to leave, but with these thoughts, I believe it's in your best interests. To save yourself from me. An overthinker I am. Overthinkers most of us are, people I believe, who are over-lovers that had poured our hearts out into situations and have gotten hurt. Constantly battling with our thoughts, hoping to receive constant reassurance.    Written by Athalia Photo Credits( Dar...

Let's be honest, we all have that one person that we cling to and believe that we can't let go but the question has become more prominent. How far should you go? I believed in the idea of never giving up on someone but until I entered my stage of breaking I came to the conclusion that sometimes even though attached you have to let them go. I started losing myself in trying to fix whatever was wrong and trying to keep this person by my side but with the number of issues that continued to pile up and when one starts walking away it will fail because there are two in a relationship and to communicate and make things work. I learned this the hard way. In giving advice after this experience, I'll now say try as hard as you can but don't lose yourself because finding who you are again or if you didn't know before will make the love you have for yourself develop into hate or push you down a path that will take a while to recover from. Although I had people around me tellin...

It is thought that waking up every day is a blessing from God,  but for some of us, it is quite the reverse. Although your body moves, your thoughts are sluggish, ponderous, and oppressive. Your stomach begs for food, but your mind refuses... You want to be thin and little, therefore you reject and disregard all of the lyrics in the song that scare your beauty. This slows you down ten times faster than previously. You could wonder, "Why am I here?" Is this how a human in his or her natural state should feel?  Where has the promised motivation gone?  Where is the love that should be all around me at all times?  Why am I the one whose tears bring rain and storms?  Why am I carrying out the command “Cry me a river”? These are the things you say as you desperately want to end it all.  You want to stop feeling that sharp pain in your chest every time you think about the times you were happy… The days when you'd plan your fun activities, now you're wishing you do...

I'd like to convey my concern about the rise in the number of drug users in our society. Despite widespread awareness of the dangers and negative consequences of drug addiction, the number of drug users in our society continues to rise. There are numerous reasons why people use drugs. Addicts usually begin out of curiosity, for enjoyment, or to break a monotonous pattern of life. Once a person begins to use drugs, there is no going back for them, and no matter how hard they try, they will not be able to break free from this horrible habit. It's no longer the jittery adolescent venturing into a dangerous world. But it is the enraged adolescent who is venturing into an uncertain environment with no idea what to anticipate. The difficulties and stresses of modern living have been exacerbated by the world's rising population and incredible technological progress. Young people are increasingly succumbing to drug addiction as a result of their inability to cope with increased pre...

Am I supposed to be afraid of my own country? Afraid of walking the streets and going out at night. Holding back my expressions because of the mistake others could take it for. Why should I be afraid of being me? This country is portrayed as a must-see island that you can come to for vacation but if I was a foreigner would I ever visit a place like this? A country that is known for many but is slowly deteriorating because of its people. The killings, abductions, and oh so many more, I can't even look away from a predictable future.  I can't imagine that the roads I used to play long ago have now become crime scenes filled with gore. Children playing on the streets have to be adjusting to these pandemic times and now the fear of being taken away. The murderers who used to hide under the covers now surface as if they are being called upon. The country that was filled with tourists has now become a hallow island filled with only the people that either can't go anywhere and or ...

I'm terrified to be a part of this universe. It's a horror film that's unfolding in front of my eyes. Seeing individuals kill, injure, and do selfish things that have an impact on one another. As much as we are sinners on this planet, I believe that no matter how hard we strive to be decent people, we are destined to be greedy and seek things we shouldn't have. Going out and interacting with people scares me so much that I refuse to form attachments or friendships because of the terrifying possibilities. My dread of my family and friends trusting the wrong person and becoming victims of their elaborate games is something that plagues me on a daily basis. The fundamental character of human civilization is disintegrating, and it's only a matter of time before those who put on masks and connect with us, asking us to believe them, fool us, and leave us in the dark. In situations like these, being trustworthy is a great asset. What if I started trusting someone and they ...

Day after day, this problematic teen I see,  His regular scent of smoke and liquor as he goes  by, I turn my head in disgust as everyone does,  His cold, emotionless eyes tells a story that can't be solved, The nostalgic past tormenting him  Torn hoodies trying to hide the bruises all over, Hot and suffocating he wants to be free, Around the corner in the back, The same hoodie that always repels, always alone with the burnt smell of cigar, And in the state of a drunk  Internally screaming but no one sees, Help me! Help me! is what I see  I want to save this boy  but my body cowers in fear, The way he dresses and speaks frightens me  His uncontrollable temper drives people away I watched him suffer and watched him cry  But all I could do was sit by I overlooked his pain all for my own gain I despised him because I was scared of him But when the day is done he goes home as silent as the grave Opens the door almost meeting his demise,  Ah, ...