Pcos is more than a condition, it’s my life.

A letter to my was best friend

Dear best friend,

All our lives we’ve spent together and then one day you decide having me in your life is invalid.

So you let me go.

I don’t know why, I guess that would make it easier...

You were the only person I could truly say stuck around and never left but one day, you did just that.

I see you on my other account that I never use. That’s the only thing you forgot to block me on.

I see that you finally got the courage to cut your hair short, I’m glad you were brave enough. You always said you were scared in case you hated it.

I hope you don’t hate it.

I see you’re still with your boyfriend. I hope he’s treating you well, and that he’s actually the man you’re supposed to be with. Because now you won’t let me be there if ever sadness enters your life.

I wish you were there for me...

I messaged you saying hi and you decided not to reply, it broke my heart.

I messaged you happy birthday but it never sent. I guessed you had a new phone number? Or maybe you blocked me on that also.

I will always question why you changed your mind about our friendship of 17years. Ill always wonder what went wrong or what made you come to that decision. But most of all, I’ll always wish you happiness even if I’m not a part of it. Because that’s what best friends do, even if you say we’re not, you will always be my best friend.

Sincerely,

The girl who misses you.

Kaylcbe

Please read.

I’m writing this because I’ve just been watching poetry videos of people. Talented writers speaking about events in their life: depression, bipolar disorder, loving someone and losing them, not feeling enough in society, losing a someone to death.

And I lay here thinking, I wish I was that talented to be able to express my feelings in a way that everyone thought was beautiful. But still be a cry for help. A cry to silently shout ‘ I need someone to listen to me’

I’m not writing this for sympathy or even for people to enjoy reading this.

I’m writing this because I think it needs to be heard the moral of this post:

People need to be talented in order to be heard. Meaning the ones that are screaming for help or comfort or someone to listen aren’t being heard. Because society is telling them they’re not talented enough meaning they’re invalid.

That is wrong.

You are enough and just because you don’t know how to write poetry or song lyrics or a novel, you are valid. And you need to know that.

-kaylcbe

If ever anyone on this site needs someone to just listen and be a stranger of a friend for a moment or more, then please talk to me. I will hear you.

Put down the technology and look at our world.

Life is revolved around so much technology now and to get message across this is what we have to use, I honestly think it’s sad. We’ve got such a beautiful world to explore and different cultures to learn and languages and we look around and no ones looking at it, no ones learning. We’re too busy on our devices that when someone’s actually trying to have a conversation face to face, we have to get them to repeat what they said because we weren’t listening in the first place. It shows lack of care in what they have to say and it gives off the impression that they don’t really care what they’re talking about because they’re so engulfed in whatever is on their phone :(I find is so sad when I see this happen, just put the phone down for one second and listen! . We don’t appreciate the people in front of us actually trying to have a meaningful conversation because a new trend or meme showed up on our phones and we think it’s more important at the time. Or at least that’s the impression we’re giving off to the person trying to communicate with us. We’re so consumed with what’s on a screen that we dont actually notice the reality that we are privileged to live in. Next time you are walking down a street on your phone and you see a picture of a beautiful tree someone captured and posted, try looking up from your screen and find one. Speak to people instead of texting. We don’t even try to communicate anymore, we’re outside a persons door and we text to say were outside instead of knocking. We’ve lost the true meaning of communication, the rawness. Life’s so beautiful, try looking at it. Try living in it. Try noticing it. Try.

-kaylcbe

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Kaylcbe

Kaylcbe

Heartbreak

I cannot tell you how many times I've replayed the moment my life changed. I cannot recall how many times I've repeated the words you cried out to me knowing I would break to every word you were about to say. I cannot tell you what I'd wished to happen instead. I cannot tell you how many times I've let tears fall and not bothered to catch them. I cannot tell you the feelings I felt when you said the exact words I was dreading to hear. I cannot tell you the pain that stung the stems of my heart. I cannot tell you of the nights I prayed to awake from my biggest nightmare . I cannot tell you how hard it was to hear your departure. I cannot tell you how lonely my hands feel, how cold my body has become, how lonely my heart is,how lonely my mind is. I cannot tell how broken I am. I cannot tell you, I cannot show you, I cannot let you know. I cannot break you too.

-kaylcbe

Kaylcbe