Just found out that it's very difficulty to get addmission in my hometown. And I've to go to another city in search of government college. My city have but mostly it's private which i can't afford. So have to move out from here leaving my boyfriend here 🙃

3am Thoughts

And if u could go back in time, what's the one thing would love to change...

Feeling suicide 

Acquaintance

My bestfriend talks to a guy rn. They’ve been talking since December which isn’t long at all lol. He had asked her to be his gf twice and she said no because she said she wants them to continue to get to know each other. They still talk but they’re NOT TOGETHER. She asked me if she should cut him off or not if he doesn’t give her a gift, even if it’s just a written letter, or acknowledge her at all??? She thinks it’ll show that he actually likes and care about her and feel like if he doesn’t then he don’t really care too much for her. 

I personally think it would be nice of him but if not it’s not really that deep cause again they’re just talking 🤷🏼‍♀️. He’s not obligated to do so. 

*DONT BE MEAN/RUDE PEOPLE*

Crush

Post number : 16

Ever felt that happiness or satisfaction that you get when you see smile on others face by your actions ??

That is something pure and self satisfied feeling which we can't even express properly :)

#begood #dogood

Happy

I take privacy as a sacred value.
First of all I am grateful for coming up to this site. Thanks for the people who created this site, I know I’m new here but at least I feel comfortable knowing that there is a platform that a lot of random people are expressing their most wanted thoughts to express out without the doubt of judgment.
I am writing here for the purpose of expressing these heaviness within me, and wishing that maybe someone or anyone would give a little hand.
Life is hard I know, so much harder when you, with your family, are crawling on the mud of poverty since then. Don’t have a lot of opportunities to hopefully lift our lives from this constant unfree situation. I had been working since I was 10 years old when my father met a devastating accident that broke his knee joint. From that accident, my mother took over as the the primary source of our family’s survival. We were four children and my mother had to take care of everything for all of us because my father needed to be operated for the the severe fracture he got. I was just 10 years old when my innocence slowly faded and saw that the world was not I was expecting, happy, easy to go, and comfortable at least. So from then I started working to help my mother. Every time I saw my mother worked for other people exhaustingly, my heart somewhat crashed into pieces, as if it was bleeding that I couldn’t help myself but ran away to places I would feel completely alone and cried, I talked to God to help and guide us always. From that experience I realized to work for my mother. I went to people who needed a little help on anything they want the help for a small change. I worked my way to school, studying at night and working in the afternoon at the end of classes everyday. I was proud of myself for graduating college just from working for others to support myself. After I graduated, I looked for jobs and I found one. I graduated with a teaching degree and I was hired as a school teacher in a private school. I take about $150 every month and it hurts to know that it was not enough for me, the fact that I was starting to support my younger sister to finish studying college. My two older siblings quitted school for financial reasons and I didn’t want our youngest sister to end up quitting also. So Every month I sent most of my salary home to support my parents and our youngest. Then this self-breaking pandemic came that forced the school I was working to stop the operation for the fear of covid threat.
Now I’m jobless and I don’t really know what to do. There are a lot of things going on in my mind but I’m totally broke. Literally have nothing. I wrote a book, it was actually an ebook, out of my depression waking from the day my innocence faded. I don’t really know what I’m doing anymore, I couldn’t find a job because most companies are withdrawing employees right now. I can’t get in for even how many application letters and resumes I have submitted. The only hope I got now is for anyone to maybe give a hand through my book. I wrote it from the realities of this world. A deep realizations about life. It is a collection of poems that I wrote before up til the present.  I know I can do better for it, but at least I did everything, my best, to make ends meet. I wish someone here would read this and give me a little hand.
My ebook is in amazon sitting silently.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095KBKS9T/ref=mp_s_a_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=expressive+poems+ebook&qid=1621660515&sr=8-2

Depression

drop a positive message for the commenter above you ^

Supportive

Hello everyone, I wanted an idea for starting a blog online for mental health issues. Any suggestions? 

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