I'm in a phase where I'm not highly motivated to do anything. Constantly lazy. Uninspired. It is a very long phase.................................. I just wanna end this. "I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired"
The cycle repeats for you, at least. But who am I to judge? Who am I to put punishments on you, on your actions that lead me to pain?
"You do know you deserve better after all, right Maryam?"
"So you're saying the girl you're choosing over me is gonna settle for less?"
"No...she isn't. If she's the one, you'd give her something you wouldn't be able to give me and she would make you involuntarily give her everything. She might as well not asking you to give anything in return, though"
**on the other note**
"You do know what he's capable of since that day on. Why are you still falling apart? You do know but why did you chose to stay? You have a chance to escape back then. You don't have to go through this, girl"
"Me..falling apart? Maybe its the feeling of being replaced. You know, the feeling of 'Oh, those words are supposed to be meant for me', 'that should be me, mine, ours', knowing I'm not the one he thinks of when he wakes up and sleeps at night and having someone choosing another girl over me. Who doesn't like being someone's priority? But I have to face it somehow that I'm not anymore"
"You can lie to me but you can't lie to yourself. You knew damn well what he's capable of but you've chose to be blind. You do love him. Love is blind"
Maybe this is it. Maybe it is love. I see a happy face of a boy who's in love..and that moment, I found myself smiling back. I am happy. I am contented. "I will never do that to you, baby. I will never let you down the way he did" Thank you for keeping these words.
"Don't you see? It's just not possible for one person to watch over another person forever and ever. I mean, suppose we got married. You'd have to work during the day. Who's going to watch over me
while you're away? Or if you go on a business trip, who's going to watch over me then? Can I be glued to you every minute of our lives? What kind of equality would there be in that? What kind of relationship would that be? Sooner or later you'd get sick of me. You'd wonder what you were doing with your life, why you were spending all your time babysitting this woman. I couldn't stand that. It wouldn't solve any of my problems." - Naoko, from Norwegian Wood written by Haruki Murakami.