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Hello world,

It has been a while. A very long while. The thoughts never ended. They are hidden now behind the thick covers of my diary disguised by messy handwriting. But also mostly in the memories of those special souls that have stayed by my side through the long days over the fast years.

Am I the same? I believe so, still true to my roots. I just know myself better.. I know which buttons to press and when to close the door to the darkness that I never want to be lost in again.

I am happy, or more so content. Happiness is a journey, and not a destination. A feeling that comes in extremities and some days where it is lost in the air ready to find me again.

I am still on the path of success that will take handfuls of years to still reach.. but knowing me I’ll never reach the final location, continually making stops that will only add to my growth.

The people I wrote about in these past posts are still part of my life, the bond still available, just never tapped into anymore.

Life happens.

I understand now that sometimes you just have to loosen the grip.

You, however, are still my favourite character.

And the red hearts are still present.

And I still seek the snowflakes and the pink nose.

I hope to visit more often.

– intersoul x

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Blinded by the idea and the want of what everyone else seems to have accomplished. I do make the friends. I do make the connections. But then the knock comes, and its goodbyes all over again. Each time a small chip of the heart. Again. And again. And again. Numbness.

 

Never a second chance.


I just killed my own spider.

My father was on his way, but it would be too late.

Once done, I told him he did not need to come up the stairs to my room.

I did not need him, anymore.

I had done it on my own.

 

Maybe, I really am able to on my own?

And just have my parents in the shadows…

 

 

 


Contentment.


I don’t get it.
I don’t understand this anger.
I don’t know where it is coming from,
and why it won’t go away.

I am finally settled.
Or as close to is as a person can be in my situation.
Then why is it not enough?

Why won’t this anger go away?
And why so impulsive?
Why so sensitive?

This is not who I want to be.


What is the worst I ask?

The worse, I say, is seeing your parents hurt inside.

Actually that would be something really bad.

Worse, is when you can’t do anything to take their pain away.

That is the worst.


Today I said it.
Today I said what I had been meaning to say for days.
Today I actually did.
And I thought I’d be frightened and whisper the words if I ever got the courage.
But I was confident and sure of my decision.
This, hopefully, will make it better.
Because I don’t want it to be like this.
And because this isn’t how horrible it should feel.
Now, I just wait.
And hope.


Perhaps,
This is what sense I can make out of it..
I do these little things.
I say these little things.
Hoping to spark a little jealousy.
So that maybe.
Maybe..
You’re reminded that I do have more options.
So maybe, you’ll appreciate me more.
And you won’t take me for granted.
And I’m not saying you do, but just incase you’re about to..
And hopefully, you’ll just end up holding me tighter.
Securing your grip.
Realizing that you do need to make that extra effort.
Even if I say I’m here to stay.
Just to show me that I’m worth the hassle.
And that even though you know I’m not going anywhere.. You’re not willing to take the risk.
And you’re willing to have me closer just for the hell out it.

And just maybe, I like the idea of you having to fight for me. But I won’t push it, at least for now ;)


Sick and tired of people commenting on the rights of wearing a hijab/burqa or not.

Sick and tired of people calling Muslims and their beliefs ”backward and uneducated”

Sick and tired of the implications and accusations

Sick and tired of the discrimination

Sick and tired of the lies

Simple advice: Before you go and accuse Muslims for being terrorist, or shall I say vice versa, accuse terrorist for being Muslims. Go and do your research!

Find out the true meaning of Islam.

And differentiate between culture and religion, because believe me, they are not the same thing! Culture has gone to the extent that it over rules religion, culture is quite different from religion! Culture is man made..

And the whole deal with criticizing the religion, why not criticize what terrorist claim to stand for instead. Find out what Islam really stands for and then compare it to the beliefs of these so called Muslims and then conclude if what they truly stand for is equivalent to what Islam stands for.

This has gone too far, its being exaggerated too much, and its just annoying.

It’s annoying that people choose to be so ignorant.


Push me.

Push me to the edge, for I shall soar.

I shall soar the clouds and soak in the sun’s rays.

I shall sparkle and fade..

Fade away in this magnificent dream only to be amazed that it is reality.

Reality, finally worth facing.

Reality that dominates all fantasies.

Reality that has possessed me.