Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

No matter where i go, i still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i'm still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i'll come to defining myself.

You're not anyone's punching bag. As soon as they start treating you like that, show them your middle finger and walk away.

Written By Emee

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