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To the overthinkers,
It's 1 am. you are trying to sleep. but then, you can't. your mind goes back to the conversation you had with your friend 3 days ago. you said something. and now, you are wondering if he felt bad because of that. he even replied with a “i get it. :)” he never uses that emoji. you are wondering if you messed up.
You write the text. you backspace. you write. you backspace. you keep doing this till you are sure if you actually want to send that message. your mind keeps going back to situations. you stare at the screen for 5 minutes before calling anyone. you think everything between 'they'd be at work' to 'it'd seem like i am bothering them.'
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a side-effect of overthinking is that you also become very sensitive. you notice the smallest changes in someone's behaviour. they way they talk, text, or smile. you notice things which you shouldn't. and it ends up bothering you even more. you're almost always worried about something or the other.
You will forget to wear your mask once, and then you will spend the next 4 days worrying if you got infected. and if it's something important you double or triple check if you did it right. your mind is like a maze and you don't see any way out of it. you keep going in different directions. you keep making up scenarios in your head.
The next thing you will know is that it's 4 am. what started as thinking about a text message, ended with severe life questions.
You feel restless. and the worst part about overthinking is, people dismiss it by saying, “you think too much.” you just hope they knew that overthinking isn't a car that you can simply pull the break. it's like an astronaut floating in space - you keep floating until you find something that's worth holding on to.
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It's 1 am. you are trying to sleep. but then, you can't. your mind goes back to the conversation you had with your friend 3 days ago. you said something. and now, you are wondering if he felt bad because of that. he even replied with a “i get it. :)” he never uses that emoji. you are wondering if you messed up.
You write the text. you backspace. you write. you backspace. you keep doing this till you are sure if you actually want to send that message. your mind keeps going back to situations. you stare at the screen for 5 minutes before calling anyone. you think everything between 'they'd be at work' to 'it'd seem like i am bothering them.'
.
a side-effect of overthinking is that you also become very sensitive. you notice the smallest changes in someone's behaviour. they way they talk, text, or smile. you notice things which you shouldn't. and it ends up bothering you even more. you're almost always worried about something or the other.
You will forget to wear your mask once, and then you will spend the next 4 days worrying if you got infected. and if it's something important you double or triple check if you did it right. your mind is like a maze and you don't see any way out of it. you keep going in different directions. you keep making up scenarios in your head.
The next thing you will know is that it's 4 am. what started as thinking about a text message, ended with severe life questions.
You feel restless. and the worst part about overthinking is, people dismiss it by saying, “you think too much.” you just hope they knew that overthinking isn't a car that you can simply pull the break. it's like an astronaut floating in space - you keep floating until you find something that's worth holding on to.
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*sitting infront of a hot chick in taxi*
me: *staring at her*
In my mind: plans our whole life together
In her mind: ምን አባቱ ያፈጣል
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me: *staring at her*
In my mind: plans our whole life together
In her mind: ምን አባቱ ያፈጣል
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To the ex i don’t hate,
As i sit down to write this letter, my first thoughts are – i hope you’re doing well. i hope you’re happy in your life. i mean it. i do.
it’s been four years since the break-up, eh? it’s been a ride of a lifetime. if i look back in time, i can remember all the things we did together and to each other.
from that phase of ‘first love’, we’ve come a long way. i’m a content writer now. and you’re in a different part of the world, doing what you’ve always wanted to do.
i could start our story from the day when we first met in maths tuition, in class 10. we were 16. young and foolishly in love. we believed that you and i are going to be each other’s happy ending, that we will be together forever.
you know, people make plans. they see a life – a house, two kids, a lovely wife, and a happily-ever-after. and then, before you can get that life with your first love, life happens.
it’s been four years since we broke up. i remember the first two years where i resented you. the two years i spent being miserable – drowning in alcohol and everything harmful. no one knows of it, but now the world will.
the past two years have been better. i have grown up. i don’t see love as a fundamental feeling, but as an emotion that puts you in a happier state. it took me time, but i got there.
i’m sure the heartbreak was just terrible for you, too. i empathise with you. i understand all my shortcomings in that relationship, and i hope, you saw yours, too.
i’m romantically interested in a woman now. like genuinely interested. and i think i’ll court her and see if it can work out.
on some days, i’m very happy. on some, i feel okay. all i want to say to you is that you were a wonderful friend. you taught me how to love after breaking my heart. i may have had my reasons to despise you, but almost after four years, i’ve recovered. so i know, the heartbreak isn’t a forever. just like love isn’t.
take care.
with love,
the boy you once loved
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As i sit down to write this letter, my first thoughts are – i hope you’re doing well. i hope you’re happy in your life. i mean it. i do.
it’s been four years since the break-up, eh? it’s been a ride of a lifetime. if i look back in time, i can remember all the things we did together and to each other.
from that phase of ‘first love’, we’ve come a long way. i’m a content writer now. and you’re in a different part of the world, doing what you’ve always wanted to do.
i could start our story from the day when we first met in maths tuition, in class 10. we were 16. young and foolishly in love. we believed that you and i are going to be each other’s happy ending, that we will be together forever.
you know, people make plans. they see a life – a house, two kids, a lovely wife, and a happily-ever-after. and then, before you can get that life with your first love, life happens.
it’s been four years since we broke up. i remember the first two years where i resented you. the two years i spent being miserable – drowning in alcohol and everything harmful. no one knows of it, but now the world will.
the past two years have been better. i have grown up. i don’t see love as a fundamental feeling, but as an emotion that puts you in a happier state. it took me time, but i got there.
i’m sure the heartbreak was just terrible for you, too. i empathise with you. i understand all my shortcomings in that relationship, and i hope, you saw yours, too.
i’m romantically interested in a woman now. like genuinely interested. and i think i’ll court her and see if it can work out.
on some days, i’m very happy. on some, i feel okay. all i want to say to you is that you were a wonderful friend. you taught me how to love after breaking my heart. i may have had my reasons to despise you, but almost after four years, i’ve recovered. so i know, the heartbreak isn’t a forever. just like love isn’t.
take care.
with love,
the boy you once loved
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Beds are just wireless chargers for humans
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The police man from "subway surfers" has been running for years, many thousand miles and still hasn't lost a pound
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An old-school like me has no place in this world.
I see people falling in love every day. they fall in and out as if they are changing clothes. they talk about new crushes and un-loving someone. all of this amuses me.
Matches here are made not in heaven, but on dating apps. i wonder how these apps are any different from online shopping? and love? it’s now expressed through cheesy texts and long captions in front of the world.
People fall in love with bodies, with the shape of them. poems are piled up with dust sitting in a corner, because shakespeare’s lovers are now bae’s and babies.
I see the sunsets and sunrises waiting to be seen but do they know the corner seats have already been booked? i look for the albums but they tell me the photos now live on social media.
I see people flirting because they are scared to fall in love. valentine’s day is all about gifts, buy me some and i will all be yours. if this is love, i suppose i am better off alone. maybe i will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.
Maybe i will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better. maybe i will always want to go on long walks and not on long drives. maybe i will always want our dates to be in libraries and not in cafes.
Maybe every weekend we will do a movie marathon, sitting in our pyjamas than roam in the malls.
Maybe i will always write poems for my lover. i would give him a warm hug because honestly, hugs are so underrated.
I will be the love i never received. honestly, i don’t know what love is. all i know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.
But don’t get me wrong, i’ve nothing against the new culture. this new type of love just isn’t for me.
yours,
an old-school soul.
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I see people falling in love every day. they fall in and out as if they are changing clothes. they talk about new crushes and un-loving someone. all of this amuses me.
Matches here are made not in heaven, but on dating apps. i wonder how these apps are any different from online shopping? and love? it’s now expressed through cheesy texts and long captions in front of the world.
People fall in love with bodies, with the shape of them. poems are piled up with dust sitting in a corner, because shakespeare’s lovers are now bae’s and babies.
I see the sunsets and sunrises waiting to be seen but do they know the corner seats have already been booked? i look for the albums but they tell me the photos now live on social media.
I see people flirting because they are scared to fall in love. valentine’s day is all about gifts, buy me some and i will all be yours. if this is love, i suppose i am better off alone. maybe i will forever be a dreamer believing in my delusions of getting handwritten letters and reading poetry together.
Maybe i will forever be the misfit who thinks forehead kisses are so much better. maybe i will always want to go on long walks and not on long drives. maybe i will always want our dates to be in libraries and not in cafes.
Maybe every weekend we will do a movie marathon, sitting in our pyjamas than roam in the malls.
Maybe i will always write poems for my lover. i would give him a warm hug because honestly, hugs are so underrated.
I will be the love i never received. honestly, i don’t know what love is. all i know is this is not what great poets meant when they talked of love.
But don’t get me wrong, i’ve nothing against the new culture. this new type of love just isn’t for me.
yours,
an old-school soul.
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To the ones who lost their belief in love,
You loved somebody and you did everything you could to keep them – but it didn’t work out.
You loved so hard that when they left, it broke something inside you.
You were this person who was kind. who would help people without expecting anything in return. you were too young. and now, you’re in your 20s, and while books have told you that love stories are a forever – for you, love became a lesson.
It scarred you.
Now, when someone asks for your help, you think twice. you wonder what they want from you. anybody who texts you after midnight – you don’t bother replying. you know they are lonely, too.
There are times when you ask yourself – if you’ll love again. the answer is, yes, you will. not right away or for a while, but you will.
You’ll meet someone who loves partying on weekend but will stay at home with just to be with you. you’ll meet that someone who will go out of their way to make things work. they won’t magically make you believe in love, no, but you’ll be at peace with them.
You’ll find someone who will be worth your wait. and if you’re someone who is done with love, that’s okay, too. you can live knowing – you once loved someone.
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You loved somebody and you did everything you could to keep them – but it didn’t work out.
You loved so hard that when they left, it broke something inside you.
You were this person who was kind. who would help people without expecting anything in return. you were too young. and now, you’re in your 20s, and while books have told you that love stories are a forever – for you, love became a lesson.
It scarred you.
Now, when someone asks for your help, you think twice. you wonder what they want from you. anybody who texts you after midnight – you don’t bother replying. you know they are lonely, too.
There are times when you ask yourself – if you’ll love again. the answer is, yes, you will. not right away or for a while, but you will.
You’ll meet someone who loves partying on weekend but will stay at home with just to be with you. you’ll meet that someone who will go out of their way to make things work. they won’t magically make you believe in love, no, but you’ll be at peace with them.
You’ll find someone who will be worth your wait. and if you’re someone who is done with love, that’s okay, too. you can live knowing – you once loved someone.
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My Chinese waiter thinks all black people look alike and gave my food to the wrong customer
Wait. Never mind. That wasn't my waiter.
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Wait. Never mind. That wasn't my waiter.
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