the picture vividly of whats going on, but not enough to fit my shoes. And Him, he was just an instant connection. To be robbed of his presence broke me. And now i wonder, how will i ever accept the death of a loved one

Opinions. We had boundaries but shared our interest. We gave each other our all. The worst part of it all, i've always had trouble connecting with people, whether its friends, strangerd, potential loversm i felt like no one really understood me fully, except for my brother. My friends could paint

It didnt make me feel any better, it was a month ago when he texted me he took for granted of me, how i treated him, our time spent. It was ironic because he went above and beyond to make me happy and always remembered the little things. We were very mature with everything. We respected each other

But i couldnt grief. And until today, i am still longing for him. back then, it was a feeling as if, you're stuck mid air between being pushed off a cliff and before landing to what awaits. Now all i feel is the moment i landed, it was into the sea, & im just submerged with zero motivation to float

Head over heels was an understatement. But of course, my life there was a domino piece, toppling one after another. I had to leave the country. And i've never felt so angry. I had put so much faith in god, God knows what i wanted, and the fact that he took it away from me? It felt like death,

And then i met this man. At first i thought our date would be a flop, but no, it went for months. He was that happiness i was looking for all these times. He was everything that i've searched for. No words could describe how much i appreciate, love and held on to this man.

Dated a lot of men, i have always been traumatised by the concept of meeting men, that city somewhat cured my trauma. Did things i shouldnt do, but i had zero regrets.

I thought moving to another country would solve all of my problems. And i thought those problems were minor. Turns out, it was just rubbish piling under the rug, and skeletons in the closet that haunt me for a whole year.

Receiving the good news in 2021, i was elated, i cried too. It was a light at the end of my never ending tunnel. However, it was a silent victory. I felt like i couldnt tell my friends. Everyone has their own hardship.

The pandemic changed me, i wonder if war veterans have the same feelings as mine. Covid times gives me ptsd, religion and culture hinders me from seeking help. A part of me was in denial. And of course, my parents, i dont think they could accept with whats going on.

I can count with my fingers the days ive felt joy, and the first thing i would think of is to tell Allah that i would be grateful.

And liam payne is dead