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Memories of the Beach
By: Jason Delph
Tags: Sad, Fiction, Love, Life, Death

Photo by Zack Minor on Unsplash

The wet sand was warm under his bare feet. He stopped for a moment to look back at his solitary footprints reminiscing that it used to be two sets. A stranger stumbling upon them could see the closeness of the tracks that the two people who left them were holding hands.

A gentle wind blew from the ocean. He imagined it whispering his name. It always spoke in her beautiful voice. Quietly the wind spoke the words he yearned to hear from her; I love you. A sharp pain ripped through his chest. Tears blurred his vision.

He stopped to look out over the ocean. Here was the place where he confessed his undying love for her. She laughed when he stumbled over the words. She kissed him, his heart soared. She loved him.

They came here often for picnics or to be alone together. Here was the one little speck on the whole vast world that was theirs — a secret location containing all their memories.

Memories. He had so many of them, but so many more were slipping. Every day he struggled to remember her smile, her laugh.

He drew a circle in the wet sand with his cane. It was here that he knelt on one knee, placed the ring on her finger, and asked with as much confidence as he could muster to marry him. She couldn’t answer him, only shook her head yes while tears streamed down her lovely cheeks.

The tide rolled up to his feet, washing away his circles in the sand like so many memories easily lost in time. He sighed to himself, so many good memories and some bad.

Carefully he lowered himself down to sit. He became tired easily these days. It wasn’t so long ago that he had run along this beach. Or maybe, it has been long ago. He couldn’t remember the last time he ran on the beach.

The funeral was beautiful. So many people joined him in saying goodbye to her. The brilliant colors of the flowers were a stark contrast to the occasion. Many tears shed in anguish, but some laughter of a funny story shared by all that loved her.

She was loved by many. He loved her most of all, and she loved him.

The sunset was as brilliant as the flowers at her funeral with beautiful red and orange hues. She had loved watching the sunset here.

He was tired now, so tired. He closed his eyes to rest for a bit. He felt he needed to rest more every day.

The breeze caressed his cheek as she did at the hospital. If he kept his eyes closed, he could see her smiling. She was brave that day — more than him.

He whispered, I love you, and she whispered her love back. The gentle kiss on his lips made him smile.

“Come rest with me,” the breeze spoke in her voice.

He smiled, “Yes, my love.”

They walked hand in hand down the beach together once again.
why always wrong thing happens to me
By: Kapish Singh
Tags: Sad, Wring Thing Happens, Sacrifice, Sadness And Loss, Life

why always wrong thing happens to me

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when I was like a child it always comes to me why my parents don’t like me why my brother beats me and why always dog barks on me and why I had been beaten by me teacher every day and I was so much frustrated and always there was a question that was why and why??

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so I will answer this in two approached i.e science + surroundings

so, at this place in this globe only I am here at this place at this globe at this particular time why not any other is in this place I think it’s only who in the whole world who can solve this problem at this particular time.

As you are the creation of your parents and human had made everything which is present everywhere so can I say every non-living thing is the creation of purely human so if yes so you know you made this chair you made this internet and you made this house and also you made this anger so I can produce something can I make it neutral I think it seems quite difficult. so now as you are the creation of 30 trillion cells and now each cell has his own memory and now it’s more than 8 GB memory so if its there then what’s in stored in the cells so physiology says in that you had put your physic impression in it and physiology also says its not only the storage of this life but also of pst life. so as I am seeing anything wrong is happening with e=me it keeps a change in my heartbeat its because an acid named (adrenaline ) is produced by your body and its mixed with blood so you are having a high heartbeat. so now this acid will lead to disturbing your cells because if you put your had in hard acid it will burn your hand and as if you put your cells it will also be damaged but the body always keeps producing and reproducing cells in the body. but wait I am right then one may have a new heart in a couple of days so the answer is yes it will is but why it’s not healthy one so my friend answer is because your cells are guided by supreme consciousness and your DNA gives them structure so because of acid attacks by us makes ourself unhealthy and makes our body unresponsive because we had not nourished him SIMPLE EXERCISE (CLICK ON ME.) to keep yourself fit.

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Of Wounds
By: Gabriela Marie Milton
Tags: Sad, Prose On Medium, Poetic Prose, Literary Impulse, Poetry

Of Wounds

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I cannot tell which of the wounds I acquired hurts more. I gather all of them in a large wicker basket and sort them out every summer morning when fields are filled with lavender and roses.

During autumn nights, while I listen to the wind unbraiding the old oak trees, I re-live each of them.

I see how the Lie walks hand in hand with the Betrayal, and how the Betrayal indulges herself in the sweetest of wine. Oh, that irresistible taste of black grapes that melts in her mouth. It almost makes her attractive.

The Envy wears red lipstick and high heels. She dances naked on a wooden table. At every turn she spreads poisonous confetti in the air, and she lowers her eyes. I try to decipher the meaning of her gestures. I cannot.

The Greed, with her childbearing hips, indulges herself with poor souls who live at the margins of the city. The children are hungry, and the mother is long exhausted. The beds are cold, and the moonlight enters the rooms through broken windows.

I feel the pulse in my temples. Exhausted I go over the meaning of love and sacrifice. I try to restore them in their right place.

Love and sacrifice are the consummation of all acts that lead to the warm meal that one hands to an old man who dwells in the streets during cold winters. They are the sum of all unknowns. They are the fingers that draw the light of stars in the darkest of the skies.
Some Dreams Didn’t Come True
By: Blog Author
Tags: Relationships, Blog, Sad, Life, Story

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Everybody has a dream when they are a teenager. But I’m pretty sure a lot of teens are dreaming about what kind of person they are going to be like in the future like myself.

Everyone on this planet has a dream, or must. I’m not sure. In December, I have passed 26 years old and when I turn back my head and look to the past, can say myself “no man, you’re not that point that you always dreamed”. This sounds sad and you know what? It is sad. Most of the people getting a great amount of support from their family unlike me. Anyway, this is not the point.

When I was a teenager I’m always dreaming “I’ll have a car, I’ll have a great life and a good girlfriend who can support me in any condition and have a great life eventually”. I couldn’t even one of these. Yes, there were many women in my life before but none of them was the one. You know, when you think for someone they might be the one probably you’re going to disappointed.

I just wanted to say, I’m still not at the point that I imagined, not even close. I’m trying to work hard for making my life better but the country and stupid people I was living with don’t allow that, damn! Right? :)

Today my flirt told me “you’re working too hard and there’s no space for a woman in your life”. What can I say? She was right at some point. But I still do not think this was my mistake. Sometimes, you have to work. Especially if you’re living in a country like my country which it does not support, contrary, making life harder some things could be difficult. My family doesn’t have money, they don’t have a job, they don’t have savings, etc. I have to work and I have to build my own life. I’m still not sure what can I do. Only work work work… And still can’t making money for enough to live in comfort. Sometimes I’m considering changing my country. Maybe another country and another culture fit me better than this. I’m not sure. Still considering it. Maybe it will become as I desired. In that case, I’m telling myself not to making a real relationship in my current country.
The perfume that made me sad…
By: Danielle Semador
Tags: Sad, Perfume, Disappointed, Love, Mood

The perfume that made me sad…

That Saturn’s day was happy to cross the time and to be appointed on the calendar for memory.

Me I was not in mood due to a nightmare the night before. I went to a surface in order to get some perfume for me.

When I arrived at the perfume’s store, a nice one kept me into attractive custody. Yes, it was nice and so well presented. I hesitated between the one I used to use and that one I didn’t know before. For minutes, I was comparing them.

Finally, I got the new one, though it was a bit more expensive that the habitually one.

I left the store impatiently, willing to spray it and feel it “fragance”.

But it wasn’t what I expected. A big disappointment! I didn’t like it. The perfume that I liked twenty minutes before just made me sad. I swore I will never buy it again, I insulted it. I didn’t want to see it again.

But what? I’ve sprayed it on my hand, and it was difficult for me to not smell it over and over!

I said the perfume made me sad, unknowingly, I felt in love with. I’ve sprayed it all over my body, just to feel it. It had some different from the others, something wild, indescribable.

And now, I’m asking myself if I could ever dare use another perfume apart from this!

Danielle Semador
A recurring nightmare
By: Krishti Bhattacharjee
Tags: Depression, Late Night Thoughts, Dreams, Sad

Every year feels worse than the last. It’s so strange to think that next year I’ll probably be wanting to come back to this very moment. How is it, that I absolutely dread and look forward to something at the same time?

It feels like my dreams and high hopes are crashing down around me.

It feels like I’m being suffocated by the weight of my own failures.

I want to be believe that things will get better, that I will get better.

But at this point, I just feel so lost. Like I’m stuck in a maze and I just can’t find my way out, no matter how hard I try. I feel stupid then, for not being able to figure out something that’s very likely a trivial problem.

Why can’t I just skip to the part where I’m free? No, of course I can’t do that. That’s not the way it works. Everything happens for a reason right?

I just wish I knew the reason.

I feel, I feel, I keep feeling and I feel too much. Until I’m drowning in a blue ocean of emotion. I want to swim to the surface but I can barely breathe. I’m losing energy and I’m running out of time.

I’m scared. I don’t think I’ll make it back.
Three Simple Ways To Boost Your Mood
By: Mike Vosters
Tags: Depression, Sad, Happiness, Tips And Tricks, Mental Health

If you’re like me (or really just human), you get down sometimes. Now whether you’re clinically depressed or just having a rough day, it doesn’t matter, you can use a mood booster.

For most of my life, I would just accept my sad times saying there was nothing I could do about it and that that’s just the way I was; but over the past few years, I decided I just can’t settle for that and have started testing different things to hack my mood in the upward direction.

Here’s a few mood-boosting tips that have been working for me that I’ve built into my daily commute as I’m walking to work in New York City.

Step 1: Look Up

This is my most recent find and the one that inspired me to write this post. When I’m down, I tend to look at the ground as I walk, making sure to avoid any eye contact or other universal connection. So lately, I’ve just started looking up as I walk around. I focus on the blue sky, the beautiful buildings, the trees and my other surroundings. It’s so simple, but it works every time in tricking my brain to think I’m in a better mood – similar to how smiling makes you feel happier even when you fake it.

Step 2: Breathe Deep

Looking up alone is a win, but to multiply it’s effect just begin to take deep, slow breathes. All those yogis aren’t wrong, deep breathing calms you down.

Step 3: Say Thanks

To further multiple the boost, just start saying thanks for things in your life or if you’re too deep in the fog for that, start wishing good things for your friends and loved ones. Gratitude always works.

That’s It.

This routine has been helping me the past few weeks and I hope it helps you too. If not, read these mood-boosting tips and tricks.

BONUS: Grateful & Optimistic Playlists

I’ve also curated playlists based on how they make me feel and use them as a sort of prescription supplement. When I’m down, I listen to my Grateful and Optimistic playlists and they work wonders.

Who am I?

My name is Mike Vosters, I’m the founder of the Mental Health League, a charitable apparel brand raising money and awareness for mental health. We sell sportswear for mental health champions and donate 50% of net profit to the Crisis Text Line. I’m also a DJ in NYC.
Why Am I Always Sad And Angry — Mood Disorders
By: Muqaddas Zafar
Tags: Anger, Sad, Mental Health, Anger Issues, Anger Control

What Exactly Is Anger?

Anger is not a medically recognised mental illness. Rather, it is an unpleasant emotion that can be felt by people with a variety of mental illnesses as well as the general public. While it’s natural to get furious now and again, uncontrollable or unstable anger, especially when combined with despair, can indicate a deeper underlying problem.

Anger and depression are two different emotions.

Anger is a frequent emotion that can be detrimental if it isn’t dealt with appropriately. Anger can manifest itself in a variety of ways in the event of depression.

What Causes Rage And Anger-Related Issues?

Anger can arise from a multitude of places and manifest itself in a variety of ways. The following are some examples of common rage triggers:

Personal issues, such as missing out on a promotion at work or having relationship issues

A problem caused by someone else, such as plans being cancelled

An occurrence such as poor traffic or being involved in a vehicle accident

Recollections of a terrible or upsetting occurrence

In other circumstances, an anger problem may be the result of early trauma or life events that have formed a person’s personality. Hormonal changes, as well as some mental problems, can trigger rage in some people.

What are the signs and symptoms of an anger issue?

Some signs that your anger is not normal include:

Continual negative thinking and focusing on negative experiences anger that affects your relationships and social life feeling like you have to hide or hold your anger constant negative thinking and focusing on negative experiences

I’m irritable, irritated, and aggressive all of the time.

Disagreeing with others frequently and becoming angrier as a result

When you’re enraged, you’re physically violent

Threatening people or their property with violence

Feeling tempted to do, or doing, violent or impulsive acts because you’re furious, such as driving recklessly or damaging objects

Or avoiding particular circumstances because you’re anxious or unhappy about your angry outbursts.

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Wound Tears
Tags: Sad, Heart, Poem, Love

Wound Tears

Let’s start the story the day you met me

Let's start at the beginning where the heart is full of joy

Let’s start, let’s start again

May I ask for another moment

I just want to see your sweet smile

Smile, me. That's what you always show when you're still here

Wounds, tears. That is in exchange for your sudden loss

Do you remember the day you promised I wouldn't leave?

Yes, that is gone forever

Ever since you got in the car, the trip has been headed for death.

When you leave, a wounded heart is left

I was like a soldier who went to war but came home crying

But not as usual

Me, go home with a lost friend

Add to that my wounded heart

When you left me without notice

I cried all night

I cried so hard

By the way, boiled leaves and wine are not the answer

Tears are the most effective medicine for heart wounds

I thought then when you disappeared

Only painful memories will remain

But no, the memories of how happy we were are more painful

I was devastated by the memory we both loved

I was crushed by happy memories

Because we both know you don’t want to lose yet.

But even so, my heart was still bleeding

It formed 3 words i love you"



3 words to heal the wound and wipe away the tears "I love you"



I just want to say that even in the end and you have turned to ashes

You’re the most beautiful



So I can handle even without you

Because I know you won’t be happy when you see me cry because of your memory

I love you.
Words Will Hurt
Tags: Sad, Depression, Depression Is A Killer, Depressing, Lifechanging

Many ignorant people in this world are unaware that words can hurt. Words do hurt. Words will hurt. They really do not comprehend because they do not want to. They have plenty of time to do other things, such as spend time with their friends, buy ice cream, or go on trips. However, they do not have time to consider the thoughts of others.

You’ve probably witnessed someone being bullied before. If you haven’t, consider yourself fortunate. This means you haven’t seen something despicable that could leave a person scarred. Consider this scenario: You’re just going about your business before someone comes along and throws it into disarray. You used to be confident, but now you’re hurt, sad, and depressed. All those words, like “you’re a piece of s***,” or “you’re worthless,” and so on, will stay with you forever. Just imagine that happening

Let’s imagine for a moment. And remember, I said pretend, so don’t take it to heart, please. Anyway, let’s say you’re a school student. So, there’s this beautiful girl. She takes a seat at a table and pays no attention to you. She’s just going about her business and socializing with her friends. What do you think she’ll feel if you approach her and drop a milk carton on her or say hurtful stuff like, “Nice shirt, loser?”

Now it’s your turn to think about yourself. Consider how you’d feel if you were in that situation. But not only once, but almost every day. Every day of their lives, approaching the person and saying deeply hurtful things. Imagine being the cause of someone’s need to give up. Imagine being the cause of someone’s grief. Imagine being the cause of someone else’s death.

Imagine hurting somebody

This happens a lot during school times. If you’re related to bullying, much as the victim, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror right now. Remember: You are beautiful. You are breathtaking (of course in a good way). You are astonishing. You are lovely. You are influential. You are wonderful. You are worthy. You are you.

Remember this: You are one of a kind

Tell me. If you were to leave this world, do you think anybody is able to replace you? Anybody is able to replace your beautiful face, nose, lips, ears, hair (if not your head then :D), your perfect features, your personality, your everything. Tell me, would they be able to?

I think we both know the answer to that, huh? If I were to ever leave, I don’t think you could replace me. If you were to leave, I could never replace you. Even if we ever tried, we can never replace anybody, because they’re one of a kind. Do you hear me, hun? You’re one of a kind! Okay? You’re lovely, charming, beautiful, and I just wish that if I were with you, I could hug you forever. I hope so. Because words do hurt. Words Will Hurt.
A Deeper Meaning
Tags: Sad, Christmas, Family

Christmas is usually a happy, joyous time wether you celebrate religiously, with family, or you wait for a holly,jolly man named Santa to put gifts under your Christmas tree. During this time our minds become so overwelmed, caught up in the moment, that we dont think about others. Growing up poor is no ones cup of tea, so going back to school, or opening social media the next day to see the gifts everyone else got was not always the best feeling. Santa never brought me an iPad, or a new bike, but instead brought me a deck of cards, or a puzzle. I was always very thankful for what I had, but eight year old me didnt really understand the financial struggle. Comparing my gifts to the other kids’ made me wonder why I wasn’t good enough. Does Santa not love me? Was I bad? Now that Im older, the guilt haunts me. I know my parents were already upset they couldnt buy me the best of the best, but the way I reacted at times, was unnaccebtable. I know they understand, but I know it also hurt them deeply. Im so glad I now know the true meaning if Christmas. Family. Togetherness. Happiness. Love.
Portland DSA condemns the cruel and unnecessary decision by MultCo commissioners to rescind eviction protections for Multnomah residents.
By: Portland Dsa
Tags: Dsa, Covid 19, Multnomah County, Portland, Oregon

Portland DSA condemns the cruel and unnecessary decision by MultCo commissioners to rescind eviction protections for Multnomah residents. Portland DSA Jan 16·2 min read

Photo of Portland, Oregon sign, superimposed over houseless encampment

This decision will result in more evictions, more houselessness, and more suffering. Our commissioners should reverse this immediately.

Portland has the highest concentration of low income tenants in Oregon. Strong protections were and still are necessary. But MultCo commissioners have decided to retract their prior protections, and defer to the state’s protections, which are weaker. Here’s how:

They rescinded the 6 month payback period. Tenants will be on the hook for ALL accrued rent debt when the moratorium ends in July. Landlords can again evict you for no cause, including if they want to renovate or move into the property themselves. This means more evictions. Tenants are now required to submit a written hardship declaration to qualify for the moratorium. This puts the burden on tenants to navigate a continuously changing moratorium; many will slip through the cracks.

Commissioners Kafoury, Meieran, and Pederson claimed that their decision was to avoid “confusion” between the two overlapping moratoriums. Yet their decision only causes more confusion, and emboldens landlords to evict while scrapping tenant protections.

All COVID rent debt should be cancelled. Tenants need rent debt forgiveness, not just borrowed time. If our county commissioners intend to defer to the state, they are deferring to a body of landlord legislators who do not have the backs of MultCo tenants.
Dealing with social anxiety…
By: Connor Stone
Tags: Sad, Storytelling, Life Lessons, Help, Disorders

Growing up throughout my life I had never experienced true anxiety, until grade 6 in my primary school.

At the start of my year in grade 6 I became the target of bullying and became exposed to some of the scum of the world. Being either physically hurt or emotionally tore me down before the end of the day.

All of this lead to an unfair mindset I placed myself in believing that whatever they thought of me, how little they thought of me as. That everyone else thought of me like that as well. I would constantly feel watched by everyone around me be it someone I knew or not, and I started to always feel judged upon by those people when really they weren’t paying me any attention.

This threw a real curve ball at me in life and only brought me problems with even living the life a teenager should live, I couldn’t order food, I couldn’t go to stores, some days i couldn’t even leave my own house without panicking.

This deteriorated me mentally and physically, sometimes not even being able to eat because of the anxiety I had. Until I met a mate and he dragged me out of my hole and made me realize not everyone looks at someone the way I had thought, even if someone did they were just a horrid person.

My mate gave me the idea of forcing myself into more social situations after I had learned how people really thought and looked at me, this was my make it or break it point. I would struggle at some times trying to make myself comfortable being uncomfortable, but after a year of working on it, I finally am able to have the mindset and ability to not care about what people think and don’t like about me, because at the end of the day I realised it didn’t change who I was as a person and that’s really what matters.

Now I struggle sometimes with a little bit of anxiety rising but not constant, everyone will keep a little bit of it, sadly it isn’t a fully recoverable disorder for most. Thank you for your time I hope this inspires others to take a look at helping themselves with an issue that doesn’t have the right to get in the way of your life.
Dissociation II // Living life on auto-pilot
By: Andrew Wilson
Tags: Sad, Blues, Love

Forget I exist; So I can be happy again.

Ever since her heart got broken, she moved far away from home, far away from her immediate comfort zone.

Far enough to break in silence but; Far enough for you to not notice the damage.

She hated leaving un-finished conversations, she hated living by your ultimatums.

She had so many memories, bitter instances that cracked her facade, they could fill up a stadium, The bullet is still lodged in her cranium.

Her friends were in a delirium, she told them she was coming back but she knew that day would never come.

Their angers turned to wild beats you couldn’t tame.

She called this place home

She wanted to run away, the anxiety surged through her veins, This faux love wrapped in beautiful wrapping showed her not the good side of people—But the new type of people,

Although she knew she didn’t belong here like a misplaced chess piece, she still had the inclination to dwell in this predicament.

Why was the world so mean to her? All she had was her whiskey and her guitar, but drunken intentions only take you so far—

She didn’t need your validation, She didn’t want to feel happy, but that was key, happiness that is. The emotions I spill, when I write about how she feels cause her tears that fill up the cups they drink.

The words she kept in like a forgotten safe, the smoke in the mirrors. The fog in the mirror when I smoke, your tone deafness and my deafness to your tone.

The complexity of our simplicity that we pretend to not notice, The letters we've both given each other to vacate our hearts but how was is it my fault? when you felt so happy in his arms.

Now he’s gone you feel an inclination to get real love that was once at arms reach but now she’s moved far away from home to a place unknown, She drove to oblivion, ignoring all the red flags and signs.

Now our conversations like torn pages from a story book are missing their depth, I can't stand you on most days, In our memories those songs play reminding us of our bittersweet friend Nostalgia, It's nostalgic seeing you walk on the beach again, We didn't mean what we said and we meant what we didn't.

Can I be your play? and watch you recite the words from my heart, we'll photograph the sky and bond over indie songs, because baby this is how you fall in love.
It’s okay to be not okay
Tags: Emotional Health, Sad, Sadness, Psychology, Life Lessons

As soon as you enter your 20s, you realise that life is not perfect. Actually, it never was, there was a safety net around you, keeping you away from the harsh realities of life. Once you move out of your house and start living on your own, you realise the daily struggles to survive a day. At the end of the day, there is a moment where you are all relaxed that the day is over and thus the struggles but then you realise that there is another day to come. With all the struggles, we never realise that it is okay for us to be not okay with everything.

In a day you get frustrated with so many things like at times there is no hot water for the shower or you forgot to get the groceries and you will have to have bread again for breakfast. From such small things to huge things like you have had your heart broken, your favourite toy broke, or something horrible happened with someone you knew. You feel sad but you keep it inside. You do not tell it to others because people say it is life, bad things are meant to happen. Just because bad things are meant to happen, doesn’t mean we stop reacting to it.

You should talk to people around and share what is going on in your mind. It is okay to feel sad about things, even if it for a day, week or a month. Everyone has different ways to handle emotions and they take their sweet time to get back to the normal self. People who ask you why you are still sad or heartbroken, tell them it takes time for me to process matters of my life. But you need to make sure you are not handling it alone; a close friend or family member should know that you are going through something and have a clear image of your mental self.

If you want to cry out loud, do it.

If you want to scream it out, do it.

Let the emotions be out and tell people that it is okay to be not okay. I am sad and let me be sad, I will be back to my normal self once I have processed my emotions.

Being sad is not bad, it’s an emotion which you are supposed to experience but make sure it’s better-half happiness is also around the corner and you find it too.
When You Feel Lost & Worthless…!. False hopes, ignorance and high…
By: Ambreen Sajjad
Tags: Sad, Hopes, Love, Reality, Life

Photo by gbarkz on Unsplash

False hopes, ignorance and high expectations are the three biggest enemies of a human soul. It kills us from inside, leaves so many scars and wounds which cannot be healed even with time.

When you are ignored by the person whose attention means world to you, you feel lost, completely lost! It’s not even less than the extreme physical pain. You feel tired, pained, faded, and sometimes not even in your senses. Unfortunately, this is uncontrollable. The person who experience this pain can never recover from this phase, it leaves him completely broken and heart-wrenched. And then the time comes, when the effects increase gradually, and you find no escape, you just want to run from the reality and feel satisfaction in your own imaginary world.

But unfortunately, you cannot live forever in this self-created imaginary world, you have to face the truth, you have to face the people, and you have to bear ignorance and feelings of worthlessness again & again. The question is until when? Is there really no escape for such people who experience this pain? Do they have to live like this forever?

Nothing is permanent, neither your pain, nor your happiness. But sometimes, the moments of happiness seem shorter than the moments of pain. It looks like, we are drowning in a never-ending world of pain, and nobody will come to rescue.

All of us are surrounded by the people who love us, care for us, and cannot see a single tear in our eyes. But still, we humans are very ungrateful. We do not appreciate the love of those people, instead we run towards those who ignore us, degrade us, and make us feel worthless.

The most difficult phase of our life is when we cannot even decide whether to move on or to hold on. Because when you consider holding on, just a few thoughts try to manipulate you- the thoughts of being loved someday, the thoughts of being cared someday, and the thoughts of being considered someday. You trust your instincts which don’t push you away from that person. And when you decide to move on, you are surrounded by some fears that try to manipulate you- the fears of being rejected again, the fears of being ignored again, and the fears of being mistreated again.

I don’t know how to end this, because I am still confused what goes on in my mind. Because everyone who is reading this must have gone through these phases of life so you can better understand that it’s a never-ending world of pain, where we have to live no matter what. We cannot change this world, but we change our self, change for the better and change for our inner-peace. It’s hard to even write, but we have to live like that, we have to live with pain, ignorance, false hopes and high expectations- the three biggest enemies….!
Deepika Padukone
Tags: Deepika Padukone News, Sad, Coronovirus Covid19, Deepika Padukone, Actress

Deepika Padukone

Deepika Padukone tests positive for Covid-19; father Prakash Padukone, mother Ujjala, and sister Anisha have likewise gotten the infection

Deepika Padukone has tried positive for Covid-19 and is at present in Bangalore with her family. Recently, it was accounted for that Deepika’s dad, Prakash Padukone, mother Ujjala, and sister Anisha, had tried positive for the novel Covid. More insights concerning Deepika’s wellbeing are anticipated. A month ago, Deepika and her entertainer spouse Ranveer Singh were spoken harshly to the Mumbai air terminal. The team was flying down to Bengaluru to invest some energy with the entertainer’s family there.

Prakash Padukone has been recuperating from the disease at a medical clinic in Bengaluru and is probably going to be released in the not so distant future. “Around 10 days back, Prakash, his better half (Ujjala) and second girl (Anisha), they created indications and got themselves tried and the outcomes came out to be positive He is alright at this point. Every one of his boundaries are fine, his significant other and little girl are at home and he also will be ideally released in 2–3 days,” Vimal Kumar, a dear companion of the amazing shuttler had told PTI.

Deepika Padukone’s dad Prakash Padukone, mother Ujjala and sister Anisha test positive for COVID-19; read subtleties

Deepika Padukone had as of late posted various psychological well-being helplines on her web-based media account and shared, “As a large number of us (me and my family included) endeavor to remain above water, let us not fail to remember that our passionate prosperity in this momentum emergency, is similarly significant! Keep in mind, You Are Not Alone. We are in the same boat. Also, in particular, there is Hope!”

The entertainer flew off to Bangalore with hubby Ranveer in April, after the 15-day lockdown was reported in Maharashtra.

In the mean time, on the work front, the entertainer makes them interest projects in her kitty. She will next be seen in Kabir Khan’s games show ‘83’ with Singh. The entertainer will exposition the part of Indian cricket legend Kapil Dev, while Deepika will play his significant other Romi.

She is likewise a piece of Pathan’, ‘Warrior’, a realistic variation of Mahabharata and the Hindi redo of ‘The Intern’.

Hope information is helpful
Beyond the Bricks.
By: Stuti Chauhan
Tags: Sad, Death, Darkness, Pandemic

Two worlds.

She opened her eyes to barren lands,

Where walls of animosity were raised, and lives were joined with broken strands.

A black and white, de-coloured world,

Where happiness and gaiety, crouched and curled.

Where the blues of December rode the horse,

And people struggled with fine remorse.

Some said that a world lied beyond the bricks,

A land of gardens and full of myths.

Where the sky wasn’t dark or pale,

Where melodies were sung by angels and nightingale.

A power so great and divine,

That the stories were carried in winds and shrines.

But she never believed, never crossed her eyes,

She passed the bricks with a broken soul and mind.

She was used to epidemics harsher and ruthless,

but this time it wasn’t fine.

Today, she strolled the streets with something she screamed, “MINE!”

Behind the teary eyes and a messy white bun,

Lied the scarred heart of a mother whose life was turned.

Her wrinkled hands carried the weight of a damaged trolley,

The reason she didn’t smile and was no more jolly.

Inside was kept a huge jar,

Accumulated ashes of her life’s star.

In grief, in pain, her soul puzzled and bind,

She asked everyone where was this, ‘Power Divine’?
The second day of Mr. Dragon writing
Tags: Pain, Sad

The second day of Mr. Dragon writing

Because there is nothing at all, what on earth can provoke dust? I am Mr. Dragon. I mainly share between two people or parties trust.

I am relatively strange. Sometimes, I do not know why I trust a person. But more often than suspect a person’s malicious motive. I do not know why that is too.

The queer trust is likely to suffer losses in theory. But maybe it is a fortune cause. It has not yet caused great loss, up to now. Of course, I also try to change the bad habit.

In most cases, an ordinary being wants to get a thing done. He needs these three things: solid determination, plenty of patience and enough confidence.

I browse a youtuber’s job vacancy, which makes me a little sad. But I still take heart of grace in the end, and send it to my bio. The process lets me realize studying English is relatively easy. After all, no comparison, no harm. But, what is laughable is that I write an article that is still painful for me.

Being unable to read English causes a lot of pain yet. Whatever it takes, this time I must hold on, hold on, hold on, defeat the English! I import 1h, inpur short essays of 300 words or more.

Oh, up to now, only write 200 words, the rest of 100 words should write what? The dormitory’s power is out. The university in my country will have a blackout at 23:00 on non-holidays. And my computer battery life is poor, so I probably only have half an hour to code the remaining 60 words. In addition, I published articles. The reading amount was 0 as of one hour ago. This undoubtedly made me more upset.

Oh, I plan to publish it on reddit. Oh, I am 22 words short of 300. It’s funny to think about it. After all, I used to have difficulty sharing 300 Chinese words every day.

About good vision, I hard studying English the reason why is love.

Thanks for reading.
I can’t smile…tell me how to
By: Sarah Grace
Tags: Realizations, Sad, Understanding, Poetry, Part 1

Dear Nat,

Did you see the other side? Was it scary? Was it worth it?

Did your life mean enough for you? Enough that you would be proud of yourself. Was it a choice to succumb to the pain? Or was there no option?

Did your pain vanish on the other side? Do you now have a true smile? Did you find any friends?

I seem to be bombarding you with question, aren’t I? I apologize…it’s just that. I wish to see what it feels like. A numb bliss that people never seem to get. Should I cry and scream some more before I join you? Or would it be unfair for me to choose?

My mind seems to be running everywhere now. Trying to understand. Did you leave because you were called? Should I wait for my calling as well?

Would it be fair for those that I have hurt to realize that I am the same person still.

Would my departure make them pity me? Should I ask someone about my decisions?

As a child I would always ask my Mama if I wanted to go somewhere? But she doesn’t listen to me anymore…Should I still ask?

I do so desire an answer…

Will you give me that, Natasha Longwire?
Maybe this is annoying and easy for some people to move on…some of you must be thinking “ah this…
Tags: Sad, Dear Diary, Dreams, Broken

Maybe this is annoying and easy for some people to move on…some of you must be thinking “ah this story is about a love story, broken heart, and bla bla…”

and I must say, yes, it’s true. I want to pour it all down into the words here.

I struggle for finding my own happiness. Even, I don’t know what is my true happiness in this world. If we talk on the religious side, of course, I am happy with my religion and be grateful for what my God has given to me, because without Him, I can’t face this life, meanwhile, it’s not enough. As a normal human with so many dreams, fantasy, and imagination, I want all.

I have a lot of burdens on my head that I have to get it out one by one. I don’t know what should I do first. My emotions are broken because I need support from someone and currently that someone doesn’t exist.

I love foreign guys, and getting the best one to be my husband is my biggest dream. But it’s hard for me who doesn’t have a beautiful face and a sexy body. But to local guys, their interest in girls does not exist in me. Also, their characters which I found were not suitable for me.

That big dream is not easy. Multiple times I’m failed and get hurt by those rude men. They gave me promises and talked like my best friends, but they were fakes! Took me for granted after had fun. I am also stupid! Believing in Long Distance Relationship. I just need support emotionally and physically.

“What about your parents?”. I grew up in the not-showing-affection-directly family. We never show love physically or giving affection words to each other, we just giving materials that we need in life as much as we can (even not all materials). But after the time passed, my dad, the one who gave us money before, got sick. It means thatI have to take a part to live my dad, mom, sister’s life.

I can’t save money for what I need, for my happiness. I don’t know what should I do, I got stuck to make people happy or myself happy.

If I think about my dream, the people who I have responsible to will be broken. the other side, If I think about people, I need to take away my dream, my happiness.

I just don’t like to struggle alone, I need support, but no one understand.
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By: Tushar Patil
Tags: Sad, Best Instagram Captions, Alone Captions, Best Captions For Ig, Alone

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I’m learning a lot about myself being alone, and doing what I’m doing.

It’s better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone — so far.

I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely.

Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.

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Don’t let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

Words and pictures can work together to communicate more powerfully than either alone.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

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It’s time to end the cruel slaughter of whales and leave these magnificent creatures alone.

I feel so good after a workout. Any time you can be alone with yourself is really important.

No dream is ever chased alone.

It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald’s is admitting a kind of defeat.

I think it’s interesting that ‘cologne’ rhymes with ‘alone.’

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

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Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

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DAY 2
Tags: Sad, Lent, Emotional, No Food

3/4… Same week, different day, same diet.

Today is my second day of my lental fast and everything is off the table. I have not experienced any higher than holy presence, any insightful growth or peace…. I just want lunch. Perhaps it does not help that I am possibly about to get my period or that I watch videos of people eating late at night as the last image before I go to sleep.

Honestly, or it could be the fact that I am not providing my body with the basic form of energy that it needs.

Whatever it may be, I would consider my first week of lent not so successful.

Am I actually not eating? Sure. But if this fast was meant to make me want to grow closer to God, or deny worldly things, I do not feel that way today. If I deny one thing, I provide myself with another later.

BUT, in one way I am actually successful. Struggling like this reminds me of how human I am and how struggling is natural. Perhaps, I dont need to look further into it. That is the lesson right there. If I also wanted to see how miraculous Jesus’s feat was, this is it. In every way that I struggle and fall, He stayed strong… but of course He would. He is God. and I am but a mere mortal. WHAT IS THE LESSON I AM SUPPOSED TO LEARN HERE????

I guess only time will tell.
An ode to Casanova’s Muse: Forgiving baba
By: Enos Gee Bwibo
Tags: Sad, Forgiveness, Love

An ode to Casanova’s Muse: Forgiving baba

P, I am sorry.

I unknowingly create pain

in my hours of loneliness…

I realise how much of a tender, loving streak I imprinted in you.

how much my words and actions created a ravenous gauge

how much my absence breeded terror.

The human psyche is tremendously complex.

Its not this or that, nor is it black or white.

rosy opioid calls people like me, unbalanced lovers.

we hold memories of sacred connections

we make Kingdoms out of

sapid moments

we love wholly and infinitely

but all this beauty is masked in insecurities and self-sabotage

And when that happens…

We realise how liberating it was to have karmic connections.

How

I am grateful to be loved and to be loved so delicately

But I ruined

the wholesome thing.

The feelings are leaving with no formula for getting them back

There is an ecclesiastical piece of reassurance I cling to

(Life is so beautiful and

life is so hard, P)

I hope to know you for a long time.

I am beginning to live without love, counting the cost.

I have taken a piece of you and I believe that in the darkness, there will be beauty and there will be love

and every now and then it will

feel more than enough

it will be more

than enough.