They tell me to find the perfect man,
but I think of you
the only one who can make me smile, cry, rejoice, get angry… feel alive.
The only one I’m never ashamed of.
The only one I’m truly afraid of losing.
You complete me,
you make every day feel special.
You are my soulmate.
Oh, how I wish you were the one.
We’re such a mess together,
and yet, with you, everything feels lighter.
What do I care about being what they forbid me to be,
if being with you feels like home?
My happy place.
My person of the heart.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
I hate giving you the satisfaction
of seeing me like this.
I called you at 3 in the morning
thinking maybe, for once,
I could still be something good to you.
Something useful.
But it was all ********
You used to call those girls stupid.
Now I’m one of them too.
Was I ever different to you?
Or did you just know the right words
for every girl who wanted to feel chosen?
You made me feel special
like it meant something permanent.
Like I wasn’t replaceable.
But where were you
when everything became real?
You said it was true love.
I think true love would’ve stayed.
Now I keep thinking
beauty is just another way to be consumed.
All beautiful girls think they’re loved.
The truth is
people love looking at them.
Not knowing them.
Not keeping them.
You become a body first.
A person later.
Maybe never.
I wish I were smarter than this.
Smarter than waiting.
Smarter than believing you.
My head is full of paranoia and doubt.
Every memory feels poisoned now.
I wish I had never met you again.
Some things don’t heal.
They just learn how to stay quiet.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
Is that it then?
Time passes as you do, oh how much I miss you.
I feel your breathing getting closer to mine. I open my eyes, but you're not there with me.
Why?
You can't forget what happened, what happened between us.
Your supremacy has gone too far, now that's enough.
I won't spend any more sentimental words for you.
I hate the way I am without you.
I feel a haze that takes me, pierces me and won't let me go.
Please, let me go.
Or am I the one who has to do it?
Before you go, please, just tell me if I've meant even a fifth of what you have to me. I loved you and always will. **** if I love you, I want to be the mother of your children, your life partner, the girl who takes you out to dinner, I want to be yours.
Only yours, my love.
How I wish I were only yours.
I want to be your morning light, your soulmate, I just want you to understand how much you mean to me.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
The feeling of emptiness I feel is incomparable to any kind of pain.
The feeling of disgust you have for me is eating away at me. How much I wish I had you by my side. How much I wish everything could go back to the way it was before, when it was just you and me and nothing else mattered, when I was your only certainty among a thousand, when you always wrote to me, even at night.
What has changed? Am I not enough for you? What I do is never enough, it's eating away at my soul. How much I wish I could hate you right now, you have no **** idea. I just wish I could erase you from my life, pretend you never existed. Why do you do this to me? How many tears have I shed for you, and how many words I write for you when I'm not even one of your frequent thoughts. I just want you to reciprocate. That's all I miss is what we had. I would go back a thousand times over. I want you so much that you're my constant thought. I can't stop thinking about you and me and what I wish would happen. I miss you so much, please come back to me, please, I need it.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
But what am I doing with my life?
My life belongs to literature, to poetry, to the world I can create with my abilities, and yet here I am forced to study medicine. Why does everything **** so much? Right now I feel like Neil Perry because I can't do what I most desire. My heart is in a thousand pieces. I just want to be free to choose what I want, to choose to make mistakes and be able to start over. Be free to be yourselves, dear readers, and don't let yourselves be manipulated like what's happening to me. 19 years of indecision and regret.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
Today is the day of failure
a complete failure
doing everything to never be enough. Why is man never satisfied with his condition? Because man is constantly searching for unconditional happiness without any certainty of finding it. We're talking about certainties that don't exist. They're merely illusions that fuel our childhood lives, but when we realize this, it will be too late...
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
What could be worse than a broken heart?
Nothing and nothing will ever be.
I hate the way you used me. I hate the way you made me believe I was important to you. I hate the fact that I love you despite everything.
Man follows only desire, passion, and never what's in his heart.
A mad and desperate search that never opens up in a woman's heart.
I hate man.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Why doesn't anyone care about me like I do?
Loving is lethal, my world revolves around you, but isn't that enough, right?
Keep wondering what the future will bring, without realizing it, you'll understand that I was here, we could have been something.
Why am I not enough for you?
Why do you keep belittling yourself in the meanest ways?
When you understand what you were, are, and will be, the hands of the clock will mark the end of an unrequited, broken, and exhausting love.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
The anger I hold inside is a block of cement. I wish it were just a gentle, sweet, and ever-evolving recipe.
I'd like to empty myself, but how could I?
I hate anger, but without it, who would I be?
Learning to live means this too.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC
The darkness takes me, rises and falls again.
The tunnel opens and stretches along my path.
An angel, perhaps you can stop me from my miserable fate.
You are the light that accompanies me and manages to bring me back to the surface.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 4:00 PM UTC