A universe is vast, spontaneous, and unique. So is my mind
If I had a penny for every time someone broke my heart, I’d be rich enough to buy myself my own island where I can live without any human contact whatsoever.
It’s true that we seem to be living our lives in an endless journey of quenching our desires, but I think the nature of your desires can tell a great deal about who we are and how we lived our lives.
I remember I used to want one thing: feel loved and accepted.
Then I used to want to be safe.
Then I wanted not to feel lonely, and wanted to be loved.
Now all I want is for my heartache to stop.
Posted in Galaxies of thoughts Tagged diary, disappointement, envy, fear, happiness, heartache, loneliness, love, memories, pain, suffering
We usually forget months and even entire years of our lives, but there are some moments, some nights, that can never fade away from our memories.
I always say I have a very bad memory. Could it be my brain’s way of defending itself against grief?
Posted in Black holes of memories Tagged atheism, best friend, bitterness, childhood, cold, coldness, coldness and darkness, culture, dark, darkness, Egypt, emptiness, empty, exodus, fear, freedom, friends, heartache, home, human rights, humanism, ignorance, immigration, injustice, liberty, lies, loneliness, memories, misery, religion, sex, suffering
“Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide”
~Demons, Imagine Dragons
I decided it was time to write a short summary of my sad life and suffering in a single series of entries, the only expected result is a very dark collection of painful stories. You’re strongly discouraged from reading this. Warning :
Posted in Black holes of memories Tagged accepted, begining, child abuse, childhood, cold, coldness, coldness and darkness, culture, dark, darkness, diary, Egypt, empty, family, fear, friends, heart, heartache, home, humiliation, ignorance, loneliness, love, memories, pain, parenthood, sad, suffering