I wish my mind could stop panicking about every damn thing. Not everything is a fucking big deal, and i know that, so why does my fucking brain can’t get a grip on that? STOP IT.

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I remember that since I was young, the adjective "popular" was never given to me. This condition provided security until it became unpopular.

Others treat others the way they like to be treated, the one who doesn't get much attention gives the most attention to others because he likes to be noticed. The one whom everyone pays attention to ignores others because he is looking for peace.

Don't think about your past as if it will happen again tomorrow. In the past, you grew up and changed. You don't even have to think about it

But where do those words that we never get a chance to say go?

I don't hate you. I just don't like to talk to you because you always just talk about yourself or gossip about others.