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Genre: People & Blogs
Date of upload: Sep 6, 2022 ^^
Rating : 4.926 (26/1,388 LTDR)
RYD date created : 2023-09-07T23:05:31.050817Z
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Every now and then I come back to the old lofi that I would listen to and sit and recollect the memories that came with it. We realize that music has a lot to do with what you are feeling and especially where you are in life. When we have a certain feeling, we suddenly open the phone and play a tune that matches our sentiments for the day.
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its almost 2 am and this morning i have school.
i can't sleep, im crying because of my problems.
i like school, i have good friends and it doesnt bother me. its kinda good ig.
the real problem is my family and my online friends. I never cried for my online friends
Why am i crying?
Daddy issues and everything, my sister saying that she knows me so well that she can tell me how i am. She thinks she knows everything?
Im a completly differnt people online. Online im "happy" im sweet, im a good person. Online I care a LOT of my friends. Im used to be their therapist friend. they always vented. i always listened to them. i ALWAYS found a good solution to make them feel better. i was always by their side. And when i need help, i need to vent, poof, nobody. Everyone disappear. I did something wrong? I always helped everyone. ALWAYS. WHY NOW NOBODY CAN LISTEN ME FOR A FEW MINUTES? I JUST NEED SOMEONE THAT CAN LISTEN TO ME. And hug me. i need a hug. but not a simply hug. A hug that can say that person listened to me. That somehow can undestand the pain im in. but theres nobody like this. it just me. i tell my problems to myself. he. can. listen. and UNDESTAND me. since i literally give up i always repeat to myself that i dont need NOBODY. nobody. cause nobody is here to listen. nobody will really care. nobody. i dont want to suffer again. not anymore. im not that kinda of person anymore :)
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@roseclouds2023
1 year ago
I'm sitting here, upright in my bed. I can hear the beating of my heart. It's so loud, I am sure that others can hear it too. The air feels damp and smells like pine. My window is to my right. My wall is to my left. I stare at the wall for 30 seconds before turning to the window. The streetlights are on. Why? Why are they on? It's 3am? Nobody should be driving. Everyone should be asleep. "Why should they be asleep if I'm not even asleep?" I whisper to myself. I stop looking at my window. The lights fill my brain with anxiety, and that's the last thing I need right now. My pillow is cold. So is my room. I'd say 72ยฐf, give or take. I lower my body and place my head on the pillow, now already warm from my embrace. I shut my eyes and it all goes dark. Except for the streetlights. Those stay on.
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