Sad

اما مشتی تو واسه حس قشنگی که بهت داشتم زیادی بی لیاقت بودی

Some connections are strange… at first everything feels full of attention and emotion, then suddenly you realize everyone is looking for something different from their own path. Maybe I saw things in a simpler way… I was mostly looking for peace, affection, and a kind of real staying—not something between leaving and wanting. Sometimes people love each other, but they come from two different worlds. One is looking for feelings, another for needs, another for something else… and that’s why in the end, words don’t reach a common point. What hurts is that the feeling was real, but it still wasn’t enough to make it last. And you slowly realize some chapters are not meant to continue—they are only meant to be experienced.

تو چشات چی بود؟نگام کردی از خودم بی حس شدم.

Fuck real life, let's daydream.

Damn it. What did I even do to deserve this?

Me telling God that if he doesn't give me a little break from all these life lessons we're gonna end up having a meet and greet.

خواستم بگم زنده یا مردتو گاییدم.

حالمو از آهنگام بپرس، بقیه هیچی ازم نمیدونن.

“I won't pretend to be someone else to be loved. If my silence or my true self bothers you, the door is open. I won't change who I am just to keep anyone around.”

تو روزای سخت زندگیم تکس ندادین دیگه بدین خار مادرتونو میگام

can I see you in my dreams tonight? pretty please?