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#62

I don’t know why I allow myself to take this shit.

#61 - the letter

I love you because you are kind. Because you refuse to be hardened by whatever situations that life throws at you. Because even if you appear to be cynical, you’re truly a believer. A believer in the good things, the kind things, the smiles and the opening of doors to let the person behind you pass, the giving up of your seat in a crowded bus, the words of encouragement and the honesty that people deserve. 

There are times when you have to do things you don’t want to, and you are reminded of that line by Gandhi, that, “Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it, because no one else will.”

And even if you whine like a crazy bitch, you still manage to see the silver lining, in everything. Sure, you have your bad parts, but don’t we all? And maybe you lack courage on most days, but it’s those times when you stand up for the things you believe in – kindness, being a good person, not being hardened and not being ignorant – those are the times I applaud you the most.

And those are times I say to you, Thank you, for being different.

Thank you, for being you.

#60

Dear God,

I need You to sort my heart out.

Suddenly I’m wondering if I’m doing this right..

sonyaong asked: you have a broken heart don't you? much of what you post speaks my mind. i can't really repost them because i think the person in my mind reads my tumblr. which is kinda risque. so its like you 'speaking' on behalf. which is kinda nice i think <3

Well, I don’t have a broken heart, no. 

But I guess it doesn’t take a broken heart to be able to relate to others. And I’m glad I’m able to speak on your behalf. 

I sincerely hope things get better for you. xx

THE DIFFERENCE

Sometimes I still wanna apologise for leaving. 

I wanna write you a million sorry(s) but that just won’t do.

Because apologies are meant for mistakes, not choices.

And now I’ve learned the difference. 

But what’s more important is that I’ve learned that my choice wasn’t a mistake. 

And neither were you. 

#59

I thought I’d eventually erase cynicism.

But the people around me are constant reminders of why I shouldn’t.