true, I have upset some people by being as direct as I am, but there also situations that they thank me for being one. I just didn’t open my mouth or write something about what I feel just for any absurd reason, but, of course, that is what I feel and believe.
“It has always been simple, but making it hard was always your way of avoiding pain. If you want to change your life, you have to change what you are doing. It wasn’t his fault, her fault, their fault or the circumstances. It was your inability to choose.
Somewhere in that crazy mind of yours, time stopped. You thought someone would rescue you, but they didn’t. You have to rescue yourself. This is not a fire you can put out; you have to walk through it, in order to reach life. Getting burned is apart of growth, didn’t you know?”
“It’s like one of those scenes from a feel-good Hollywood movie. Where everybody is happy and nobody’s hair fizzes in the wind. Where it doesn’t rain, your shoes stay comfortable all day, and everybody’s jokes are funny and turning the page is the best feelings in the world. Ahhh it feels so good.”
When I wake up every day, I always thank God for the gift of being alive. But Thursday is a special day for me, it is near to perfection, to my rest day. (Friday is the off day in the Middle East)
When I was young, weekend means to me for fun; going to the malls, movies, drinking, partying and going home very late. I had so much fun in those days. I am about to kill myself from exhaustion.
When I am right now, weekend means relaxation and “me time”. I almost hate myself for being too comfortable to be alone than to be with someone else. I always ask myself if I miss something important out there, and keep reminding myself to go out, and look for rather valuable activities to do.
Today is Thursday and it’s about to end. I made things to do;
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |