“Stay safe ka ng stay safe. Eh nung safe ka sa'kin, nag-stay ka ba?”

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I have been wanting to post about you for so many times recently but I always end up discarding them. Maybe because I just do not know exactly what to say. Maybe because I do not want to sound like a loser. I do not know. But one thing is for sure — it is you. It is about you. It has always been about you.

squibney:

My little sister is 11 and she likes to come into my room a lot and hang out with me, but sometimes when she comes in I’m in an introverted or depressed mood and don’t want to talk to anyone. Tonight she came in and said that my room was too quiet, so I told her to go listen to music or something because I didn’t really feel like talking. She sat there quietly for a couple of seconds and then she said, “I’m gonna tell you what happened in gym class today because it was really annoying, but you don’t have to talk back.” And she just started talking about her day to me and I don’t think enough people understand how helpful that is to someone who’s depressed. To be there with them and talk to them without expecting them to engage in conversation. It’s a way to be alone without feeling completely lonely and I think everyone who deals with depression or any other mental illness needs someone like my sister to understand that, and to interact with the people they care about based on their state of mind.

(via serotonin-boosters)

amateurdreamer:

Allow me to explain a broken heart: 

A broken heart is when you actually refuse to get out of bed in the morning because you’re afraid of the reality that awaits you. A broken heart is when you think about the guy that broke your heart constantly. You reminisce the “good times” almost as if the “bad times” never existed.

A broken heart is when you’re crying yourself to sleep every night and yet crying more and more each morning. A broken heart is the unforgettable smell of his shirt that sits in that empty box stowed away. A broken heart is the cold shattering feeling you receive when you hear the syllables of his name. A broken heart is glancing at the pictures of you two and then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears.

A broken heart is re-reading his ancient letters and putting away the old jewelries he bought you. A broken heart is secretly wanting to run back to him and secretly wanting to just be loved by him again. A broken heart is asking desperately for just one last chance with the one person responsible for your loneliness. A broken heart is pretending not to care what his friends are saying about you. A broken heart is hanging up the phone after dialing the first six digits of his phone number. A broken heart is screaming and begging for a second chance inside.

A broken heart is the emptiness and heart-wrenching feeling you encounter when you see him with his new girlfriend. A broken heart is knowing that whatever you do or say to yourself, you can’t fool your heart into believing that you will in fact “be alright”. A broken heart is listening to that one song that makes you break down over and over again. 

… And, a broken heart is sometimes not wanting to go on.

Now tell me, is your heart broken?

It used to. I can now say that my heart is at peace. I am at peace.