stupidthoughts

Gjeth kam menduar pse kenga eshte “Shqiperin e dua se jam Shqipetar, Kosoven e dua se jam Kosovar” e pse nuk eshte “Shqiperin e dua se jam Kosovar, Kosoven e dua se jam Shqipetar” kjo tingellon shume me bukur, sepse je shqipetar por e don kosoven se eshte bija jote, dhe sepse je kosovar por e don shqiperin se eshte nena jote… ne jemi nje bre

I am slowly going crazy, wake me, wake me.. before I go insane. It’s not even pain, I’m completely tame.. just continuously thinking about your pretty little frame has me caught in this sick game having me forget my name and forget about the fame I desire to gain. What do I stand for anymore? Trying to forget the girl I adore is like a dreadful chore, I want nothing more than to not have the thought to ignore the one pretty girl who I admire to the core, making my jaw hit the floor, controls my happiness.. And nothing more.

WHY THE FUCK DO I CRY SO EASILY? IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT CAUSED IT BECAUSE ALL I CAN HEAR IS THE WORD ‘PATHETIC’ BEING SCREAMED THROUGH MY EARS. I’M STUPID, I GET IT, I’M NOT AS SMART AS THE REST OF YOU. I GET IT, YOU THINK THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME. I HEAR YOUR WHISPERS, I SEE YOUR GLARES, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT WHAT YOU’RE DOING IS REALLY QUITE OBVIOUS? I WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH. I WILL NEVER BE PRETTY ENOUGH. I WILL ALWAYS JUST STAY THE SAME THING; PATHETIC.

Does anyone get that feeling like when you pull up to your house but suddenly it doesn’t really seem familiar and you think “woah I live here? Has it always been like this?” And everything seems not like weird but it seems different but it shouldn’t? Idk I’m tired

I have a confession,

I miss her. I miss her more than ever. I miss her like crazy. I want to talk to her. I want to hold her. I want to feel like. I miss her so much that I can possibly just cry writing this because that’s how much it hurts to miss her. I can go all day without thinking about how much I miss her but when night comes and she’s the only thing that’s on my mind. They say, if it’s meant to be it’ll come back. Damn right, I will be waiting for her to come back. Maybe I am blind, or maybe I’m in love.

But, I really need to get over with it. True?