Our prime purpose in this life is to help others, and if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.

Sometimes, I wish I didn’t exists. Its not because I don’t appreciate what Allah have given, but sometimes I just feels like giving up.
I’m tired of holding on. I’m tired of faking my laughter, smile and life.
Most of all, I’m tired of being unhappy.

sorry im poor i cant afford to pay attention

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I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling empty inside.

I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of feeling stuck. I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of yelling.

I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I’m tired of missing things. I’m tired of missing people.

I’m tired of remembering. I’m tired of wishing I could start all over. I’m tired of not being able to just let go. I’m tired of faking it.

I’m tired of being different. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of needing help.

I’m tired of always wondering when God is finally going to let me be happy.

Most of all, I’m just, I’m tired of being tired.

You know that feeling?

When you’re just waiting to get home into your room, close the door, fall into bed. Just let everything out that you kept in all day.

That feeling of desperation. You’re tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. You just want someone to be there and tell you it’s okay.

But no one is going to be there. You know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you.

But you are tired, tired of being strong. For once you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won’t be.

But you’re still hoping, still wishing. And you’re staying strong and fighting with tears in your eyes. You are fighting.