I want to thank you, for everything that you have done. Thank you for giving birth to me, thank you for taking care of me and thank you for all the sacrifices.
But I want to ask you something; do you know what introvert means? Do you have any idea what it feels like to be one?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to be wary, when you step out of the house?
Do you have any idea what it feels like when you are surrounded by your “beloved” but still you don’t feel comfortable?
Have you ever feel like, when you are out in public you feel like everybody in this world is watching every moment?
Have you ever feel like, even tho you are wearing your best outfit but you feel like you are naked?
Have you ever feel like, when you are out in open but you still feel like you are suffocated in a tiny room?
How many times you wanted so bad to enjoy life like other people, hanging out or having quality time with their beloved but you feel like you want to go back to your room ?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to keeping everything by yourself? dealing with your problem without telling any single soul?or even family secrets that you keep to protect your family?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to be body shamed or bullied by everyone in school and including your own family? and your family told you to “deal with it like an adult” or “Stop being a child”?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to grow up with your nanny not your parents because they’re too busy working to “feed you”?
Do you have any idea what it feels like when you are proudly showing your art work to you parents but they mock your art work?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to be sexually abused three times when you are 3 years old by your older relatives, but all your parents did just give him “the talk”?
Do you have any idea what it feels like to see your parents are very close with someone’s kids rather than their own kids?
Or when you are at some point when you want to end your life hurting yourself, because you can’t handle it but at the end you’re still alive, do you know what it feels like?
Don’t you dare tell me that Introvert is BULLSHIT, Don’t you dare tell me that “I’m just going thru a phase”, Don’t you dare tell me that everybody’s dealing with the same thing; Yes I agree that Everyone have their own problem but we have different ways to deal with it, Don’t you dare assume that I’m joining a gang, Don’t you dare make fun of Introvert people or everyone who’s struggling with their life! You should be ashamed, that people who struggle so much with their life didn’t make fun of you!
so please mother…… before you say anything, think about it first.
Right on! I hate seeing people going on on facebook and other social media sites about how about how great America is going to be when they have no idea what’s about to be in store for the millions of Americans over the next four years.
-Unpopular, bullied kid falls in love with the most popular and beautiful girl in school
-A war between heaven and hell
-Lines like ‘you are sorely mistaken’
The first book I wrote was over 300 pages and it was absolute TRASH. Half way through the story, I couldn’t even read the beginning anymore because it was too cringey.
In the beginning, your lines will be sloppy, your writing will be armature, you will sing and play off key. It’s FINE. You are still learning! You will use those clichés and mistakes to learn how to write, how to draw, how to sing.
Don’t let ANYONE get you down when they say 'that’s so cliché’ or 'that sounds boring’, you need time to build. Continue to build and nothing you make will be cliché after enough time.
Wonder why life’s like this Just in a perfect order You grow up you get married Grow old and then drift off to sleep You never know if you’d wake up another day Still when you do, the order remains You dont try to get out of this shell of life Even though its suffocating You just pretend and play nice But someday this bubble you built Will burst and the only thing remaining would be guilt Reminding you of those who you let down The day the sun will set but rise wont come You wont know what’s right and whats wrong To comfort yourself you’d sing a song Without a word and without a letter Without thinking you’d climb the ladder Just to end the pain, one last you’ll cry As you’ll climb the window, jump and die.
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
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Image of Words written on subway map in marker pen saying:
If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are gonna make the world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I Ain’t giving up. I swear.
