Anecdoctal

Am feeling insecurity as...

I am no philosopher but I often come up with some made logic lines to comfort my friends and family and myself when needed. Being a literature student myself , I used to write some poems but I seem to have lost the ability to write already.

I get moody when I am not properly fed. Yes, food is indeed a very important part of my soul. Being so self conscious and yet I am still not willing to eat less to shed some weight could reflect to you how much I love food already.

And it cuts me so deep to see me being thrown into that sort of hell-hole.
I have learned how to survive. I am slowly realizing. Nothing more nor nothing less.

Credit to Joe Doe

Perhas I'll hear you, but I won't listen. If you think you know me (like you've claimed all this while), you should know how much I despise being compared to. I am a Lady, I am no longer the child you think you knew. Thanks to you, I've learned from the very best, which is you. I try not to be you.

Yet I am constantly reminded of how I am very much like you. I used to be very proud of who I am...but now I just don't know if I am still as proud as I used to be. There are things you cannot tell a soul,can't afford to tell even to your closest trusted friends. You can't speak your heart out but to store them a side in you which will eventually eat you out slowly.

At the end of the day,who and what matters the most is you and people whom you loved and care about. The rest doesn't matter.

One thing's for sure. I’ve got my own battles to fight now and I know very well as to not expect you to come and save my day.
I fight my own fights and I am not like the others
I am different.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You’ll fight with your best friend.

You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot; who calls you back when you hang up on him; who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead; who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats; who holds your hand in front of his friends.




Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.

Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,”. that’s her.”

Life of reflections

xOxo,

Eve