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It could be exhausting, isn't it? To be the one who gives more, to be someone who puts more effort. No matter how much you convince yourself that it is fine because you are doing it out of love, it will come to a point when you would feel as though all of what you have done were for nothing. When you are stuck in that constant cycle, it will drain you. You will end up thinking that the world is really just full of bull. I was warned though. "You have to learn how to be alone." I thought that was too harsh for a young girl to hear that time. But now, it seems to be the realest advice I could use as an adult. I once read that giving will let you receive more and that it is the best feeling in the world. IT IS. But when giving means people taking you for granted, maybe it is time you reconsider that you are probably giving out way too much, there's nothing left for yourself. So, to you who gives more than you get, slow down. May the universe let you meet that per

“I’ve lost my faith in this broken system,” what a powerful line. I am sure you clicked on this because you were intrigued. I can already hear whispers as I write this. It is from a song by ONE OK ROCK called “Renegades.” Go ahead and listen to it. "But if we cry, is there anyone listening?" Let me know. “For all of the lies and the burden they put on us and all of that times they told us to, just because” Go listen. "We got a fight for our rights and the things that we love now." From this slave of a broken system, hello, please check out ONE OK ROCK. An incredible band. Taka's voice, wow. And before I face the fire again, here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4n5bpeh5NNg

- Your Melrae Shanice ♥ THE SURFACE. That's what people often see. In this world where anyone can easily assume how others feel or think, I've always believed that only those who truly care will ever try to go beyond the surface. And even if I hold on to the slightest hope that someone actually cares, it ends up being another disappointment. But I'm not surprised. It's probably true, a part of me died with you. Days leading to the 20th, I could just sit myself and relive all the final moments I had with you. It puts me in a mood that I couldn't explain. People would say that you're happy and at peace wherever you are. But then again, I'm a selfish person. How about me? The one left behind? Lately, I feel like I've been punishing myself by seeing only my flaws and by thinking that I do not deserve to be happy. Without you here, happiness is a luxury that I couldn't afford. Because if I get too happy, the price might just be too diffi