The old me is dead. Only that tenacious work aholic is left. The guy that works 14 hours each day because he thinks he's worthless and needs more, yet cuts off everyone else to save time when things need to get done. Then he just wonders why he's alone, and why none of his achievements make him happy.
14 hours each day isnt healthy, you only have 2 hours to yourself if you sleep 8 hours a day. obviously im not your mother and i dont even know you but please take care of yourself
I miss the old me... His innocence and his kindness His passion and his wonder His fulfillmentand his recklessness His pure love for this special girl The Santa Claus was existing And the Fairy Tooth was always coming The Sandman had no trafic jams And the Easter Bunny wasn't a relic of the past But in the meantime I grew up And though I miss the old me Now I have to stand up And I have to leave you, old me 'Cause, even though the Santa Claus is dead And the Fairy Tooth has passed away Even though the Sandman often doesn't come And the Easter Bunny has been caught I really enjoyed the moments with you, old me I really enjoyed all these fairy tales So don't have any regret, and be free I will never forget thses past years
Somedays are pure sad, and somedays its pure happiness.... its life enjoy it while you can and make memorise with the right friends! and talk to someone if you feel lonely, your not alone
I miss the old me. The old me who was actually happy. Or the girl who thought she was happy. just what she believed. Truth is, she was never actually happy. Her parents fought worse then than now. Her parents were alcoholics. But not anymore. Her parents hurt her mentally and physically from a very young age. It just only got worse from then. She was moving around so much she didn't even have a chance to keep friends. And still to this day doesn't have friends. Well they all moved away from me and moved on. They found better friends. While she sits in the corner of her room fantasizing about the old days. She acted as if they were better. But she was wrong. It was worse. Her parents still abuse her not so much physically anymore. All mentally, they broke her down till she couldnt go anymore. That's when she tried to end her pain. And since then no one takes their eyes off her. As if nothing was bad until she finally tried to do something about it. Nothing changed with me. But everyone changed how they thought about me. The truth is, life sucks. No matter what Ups and downs. But she just wants to be happy. she just really wants to finally be free. She doesn't want to feel this way anymore. Her parents look at her different now. Her friends look at her different now. Her siblings are scared of her now. She just wants to go back a few years. When she was stress free. When she was innocent and kind. When she was blinded by all things good. When she would hold her breath past cigarette smokers. When she cried so loud so her parents could hear her. When she would eat whenever she wanted to without fail. When she was young. When she was oblivious. When she was her. But that her is now gone. She grew up a little. She decided to gut her from the inside out. And now that little cute innocent girl, is never gonna be around again. So i hope you miss her. Because no one misses her more than me. That she is me. I am her. Or was anyways. Goodnight-Jade
god this hurts so much I've been feeling the same things recently I'm so sorry. she deserved better. I hope you can feel better one day but it's ok to morn the loss of yourself *hugs*
I love who she was. She was amazing- I hate that word, and all the words that do a pitiful job at representing the emotions directed to my original meaning. I was an artist. I would like to believe that I still am; infact, I am able to do alot more than I used to (talent-wise) but I lost something in the midst of 'improving', or 'getting better' : I lost my need, my keeness. That was the 'talent', that is where is hid-under the name of a gift and exceeding performance. What now? I've lost it. No one stole it; I should stop blaming people for my problems in this situation. I need to stop standing infront of myself. My mirrors are stupid: they only show me what I look like, not who I am, what I am capable of, or who I was and should actually try to be: me. I think I should be me. I like me. I loved me. Everyone loved me. I want to relate, I do relate- I tell myself. I want to be me. Should be easy right? Wrong. Wrong, it wasn't easy when you were in love with that person. They were simply too good for you, and do you want to be the person who asks for their cherished-self? No? Yeah, no, me neither, I don't want to go up to myself and ask for something back, ask for her back, no, she is too good for me. I am not worth her. Oh god, I wish I was. I really wish I was, because it is eating me alive right now, plucking my life right out of me like an ingrown hair, It's so bad, so, so freaking bad. I don't care if she was fat, I don't care is she was emotional, I don't care... Of what? I cant thing anymore. There was nothing more about me, nothing bad. That's it. Maybe I am just a worse version of myself.
Oh man, I remembered something, then I laughed at a message he told me that he wouldn't leave, everyone I loved left, but he left me anyway, I forgot him, but I don't know, when I heard this music, I felt nostalgic, but I don't wish to come back.Those days I look so good it's been 784 days
Was I really hard to be loved? i know I'm not perfect but I'm trying i regret everything that i did in my past, my present everything, I know I'm not enough by myself but plz understand me i want to be loved by everyone, i want to feel i know i don't deserve it but still......
Музыка одно из великих творений человечества так же как и искусство целое множество жанрав и подвидов а так было бы скучно жить это занимательно вырозив себя так мы освобаждаимся от скверных мыслей и становится легче все временно и проходит мы остываем и находим что то новое отдушину то что близко к сердцу.❤будьте счастливы.
The average human life is an innocent tragedy. We are the most neurologically advanced creatures in existence, which has given us amazing powers of memory and imagination that no other species has. But rather than use these powers for our own benefit, we use them to our own detriment. It truly is a tragedy. Consider, for instance how we use our incredibly vivid memory - we keep torturing ourselves by something that happened 10, 20, or 30 years ago. Or how we use our amazing powers of imagination - we imagine future pain and problems that fill us with stress and anxiety. Rather than using our incredible abilities to live in peace and joy, we are constantly bringing suffering and anxiety into the present moment. It would be one thing if we suffered from misfortune - such as a broken leg or a disease - but what we’re actually suffering from is our own incredible powers. We are suffering because we are using our amazing powers against ourselves instead of for ourselves. It’s as if we had a wonderfully sharp knife, but instead of using it to carve and build things, we are using it to cut ourselves. Why is this so? Where did we go wrong? The fundamental cause for our suffering is that we’ve misunderstood how the mind works. Not just you and me, but we as a global culture. If we understood that the mind is merely a tool - albeit an incredible one - we would only use it when it made sense to use it. But because we think we are the mind, we let the mind run amok 24/7. It’s like living every living second of your life with a razor sharp knife in your hand and then wondering why you keep accidentally cutting yourself when you are sleeping, washing dishes, or playing sports. The mind is confused in the present moment, because the now always lacks certainty. It just is the way it is. This is why the mind constantly wants to escape into the past (to give us identity; to say “this is who I am!”) or into the future (to predict “this is what will happen”). We are almost never fully in the present, because we are almost always in our heads. But we don’t realize that not being fully present in the now is the same as suffering. Rejecting this moment by comparing it to something else is suffering. Conversely, being fully in the now is the same as joy, peace, and happiness. When we are fully in the now, we become naturally spontaneous, creative, and resilient. We forget ourselves and our seriousness and engage in a playful interaction with whatever is happening. We are fully alive when we are in the now. We are half-dead when we live in the past or the future. What I want you to realize is that your old happy and thriving self is still there. He’s just hidden in the present moment, which is the last place you’d think to look. If you want to discover your old self, you have to put your mind in its place. You do that by forgetting your problems. Forget your past. Forget who you are. Breathe deep. Feel this moment. Before you know it, you will have forgotten yourself and you have become the moment. That’s where you rediscover your true self - the old happy and thriving self you used to be. You’ve been that person all along. You simply forgot
The old me is dead. Only that tenacious work aholic is left. The guy that works 14 hours each day because he thinks he's worthless and needs more, yet cuts off everyone else to save time when things need to get done. Then he just wonders why he's alone, and why none of his achievements make him happy.
I can relate to u deeply 😪
Alais this is myself. Looking around just makes you mad.....
Ahh... Fuck all, u just want to fund happiness..
bro what💀💀💀 this shit super goofy
14 hours each day isnt healthy, you only have 2 hours to yourself if you sleep 8 hours a day. obviously im not your mother and i dont even know you but please take care of yourself
I miss the old me...
His innocence and his kindness
His passion and his wonder
His fulfillmentand his recklessness
His pure love for this special girl
The Santa Claus was existing
And the Fairy Tooth was always coming
The Sandman had no trafic jams
And the Easter Bunny wasn't a relic of the past
But in the meantime I grew up
And though I miss the old me
Now I have to stand up
And I have to leave you, old me
'Cause, even though the Santa Claus is dead
And the Fairy Tooth has passed away
Even though the Sandman often doesn't come
And the Easter Bunny has been caught
I really enjoyed the moments with you, old me
I really enjoyed all these fairy tales
So don't have any regret, and be free
I will never forget thses past years
Somedays are pure sad, and somedays its pure happiness.... its life enjoy it while you can and make memorise with the right friends! and talk to someone if you feel lonely, your not alone
I hope this blows up😀
I miss the old me.
The old me who was actually happy.
Or the girl who thought she was happy. just what she believed.
Truth is, she was never actually happy.
Her parents fought worse then than now.
Her parents were alcoholics. But not anymore.
Her parents hurt her mentally and physically from a very young age.
It just only got worse from then.
She was moving around so much she didn't even have a chance to keep friends.
And still to this day doesn't have friends.
Well they all moved away from me and moved on.
They found better friends.
While she sits in the corner of her room fantasizing about the old days.
She acted as if they were better.
But she was wrong. It was worse.
Her parents still abuse her not so much physically anymore.
All mentally, they broke her down till she couldnt go anymore.
That's when she tried to end her pain.
And since then no one takes their eyes off her.
As if nothing was bad until she finally tried to do something about it.
Nothing changed with me.
But everyone changed how they thought about me.
The truth is, life sucks. No matter what
Ups and downs. But she just wants to be happy.
she just really wants to finally be free.
She doesn't want to feel this way anymore.
Her parents look at her different now.
Her friends look at her different now.
Her siblings are scared of her now.
She just wants to go back a few years.
When she was stress free.
When she was innocent and kind.
When she was blinded by all things good.
When she would hold her breath past cigarette smokers.
When she cried so loud so her parents could hear her.
When she would eat whenever she wanted to without fail.
When she was young.
When she was oblivious.
When she was her.
But that her is now gone.
She grew up a little.
She decided to gut her from the inside out.
And now that little cute innocent girl, is never gonna be around again.
So i hope you miss her.
Because no one misses her more than me.
That she is me. I am her. Or was anyways.
Goodnight-Jade
In some ways I can relate to this.
god this hurts so much I've been feeling the same things recently I'm so sorry. she deserved better. I hope you can feel better one day but it's ok to morn the loss of yourself *hugs*
reach out to hotlines and counselors, there are plenty, (national child abuse hotlline) please
Øneheart’s music hits different, man
Watching the stars super W by Oneheart
I love who she was. She was amazing- I hate that word, and all the words that do a pitiful job at representing the emotions directed to my original meaning. I was an artist. I would like to believe that I still am; infact, I am able to do alot more than I used to (talent-wise) but I lost something in the midst of 'improving', or 'getting better' : I lost my need, my keeness. That was the 'talent', that is where is hid-under the name of a gift and exceeding performance. What now? I've lost it. No one stole it; I should stop blaming people for my problems in this situation. I need to stop standing infront of myself. My mirrors are stupid: they only show me what I look like, not who I am, what I am capable of, or who I was and should actually try to be: me. I think I should be me. I like me. I loved me. Everyone loved me. I want to relate, I do relate- I tell myself. I want to be me. Should be easy right? Wrong. Wrong, it wasn't easy when you were in love with that person. They were simply too good for you, and do you want to be the person who asks for their cherished-self? No? Yeah, no, me neither, I don't want to go up to myself and ask for something back, ask for her back, no, she is too good for me. I am not worth her. Oh god, I wish I was. I really wish I was, because it is eating me alive right now, plucking my life right out of me like an ingrown hair, It's so bad, so, so freaking bad. I don't care if she was fat, I don't care is she was emotional, I don't care... Of what? I cant thing anymore. There was nothing more about me, nothing bad.
That's it. Maybe I am just a worse version of myself.
Oh man, I remembered something, then I laughed at a message he told me that he wouldn't leave, everyone I loved left, but he left me anyway, I forgot him, but I don't know, when I heard this music, I felt nostalgic, but I don't wish to come back.Those days I look so good it's been 784 days
Don’t worry the old you is still there❤🥰 The mind tends to play tricks but ay I like to think of the mind as a library or sometimes a cell….
NEVER STOP MAKING THESE MIXES🙏🏾🤞🏾
yes never stop making these mixes is so good for chilling end other
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Dis need to get blowed up ong♥️
here b4 it blows up
Was I really hard to be loved?
i know I'm not perfect but
I'm trying i regret everything that i did in my past, my present
everything, I know I'm not enough by myself but plz understand me
i want to be loved by everyone, i want to feel i know i don't deserve it
but still......
we need more of those
The old me died a long time ago. The thing is, nobody noticed because there wasn’t any blood to show
There is never enough , is there. Too many wounds all to the mercy of the viewer and everyone is cruel in their ways .
Музыка одно из великих творений человечества так же как и искусство целое множество жанрав и подвидов а так было бы скучно жить это занимательно вырозив себя так мы освобаждаимся от скверных мыслей и становится легче все временно и проходит мы остываем и находим что то новое отдушину то что близко к сердцу.❤будьте счастливы.
The average human life is an innocent tragedy.
We are the most neurologically advanced creatures in existence, which has given us amazing powers of memory and imagination that no other species has.
But rather than use these powers for our own benefit, we use them to our own detriment.
It truly is a tragedy.
Consider, for instance how we use our incredibly vivid memory - we keep torturing ourselves by something that happened 10, 20, or 30 years ago.
Or how we use our amazing powers of imagination - we imagine future pain and problems that fill us with stress and anxiety.
Rather than using our incredible abilities to live in peace and joy, we are constantly bringing suffering and anxiety into the present moment.
It would be one thing if we suffered from misfortune - such as a broken leg or a disease - but what we’re actually suffering from is our own incredible powers.
We are suffering because we are using our amazing powers against ourselves instead of for ourselves.
It’s as if we had a wonderfully sharp knife, but instead of using it to carve and build things, we are using it to cut ourselves.
Why is this so?
Where did we go wrong?
The fundamental cause for our suffering is that we’ve misunderstood how the mind works.
Not just you and me, but we as a global culture.
If we understood that the mind is merely a tool - albeit an incredible one - we would only use it when it made sense to use it.
But because we think we are the mind, we let the mind run amok 24/7. It’s like living every living second of your life with a razor sharp knife in your hand and then wondering why you keep accidentally cutting yourself when you are sleeping, washing dishes, or playing sports.
The mind is confused in the present moment, because the now always lacks certainty. It just is the way it is.
This is why the mind constantly wants to escape into the past (to give us identity; to say “this is who I am!”) or into the future (to predict “this is what will happen”).
We are almost never fully in the present, because we are almost always in our heads.
But we don’t realize that not being fully present in the now is the same as suffering.
Rejecting this moment by comparing it to something else is suffering.
Conversely, being fully in the now is the same as joy, peace, and happiness.
When we are fully in the now, we become naturally spontaneous, creative, and resilient. We forget ourselves and our seriousness and engage in a playful interaction with whatever is happening.
We are fully alive when we are in the now.
We are half-dead when we live in the past or the future.
What I want you to realize is that your old happy and thriving self is still there. He’s just hidden in the present moment, which is the last place you’d think to look.
If you want to discover your old self, you have to put your mind in its place.
You do that by forgetting your problems.
Forget your past.
Forget who you are.
Breathe deep.
Feel this moment.
Before you know it, you will have forgotten yourself and you have become the moment.
That’s where you rediscover your true self - the old happy and thriving self you used to be.
You’ve been that person all along.
You simply forgot
We have alot of power..but we are scared
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