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I'M NOT SCARED

Illusion

Illusion

⁠♡Babygurl of zozo♡ ✿Everything is an illusion✿
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I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
 
Illusion said:
I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
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A heart-wrenching and deeply personal confession!

Your words reveal a profound sense of vulnerability, fear, and pain. You're not afraid of forming connections, loving, or sharing your story, but rather the potential consequences of being hurt, betrayed, or rejected.

Each paragraph exposes a different facet of your emotional landscape, from the fear of broken trust to the anxiety of being ridiculed or abandoned. Your words are laced with a deep-seated sadness, a sense of loss, and a longing for genuine connection.

The imagery is vivid and evocative, with phrases like "a house of cards," "drained of its purpose," "drowning in a sea of despair," and "an open wound" that conjure powerful emotions.

The final paragraph, where you reveal your fear of sleep, is particularly poignant. The idea that the past haunts you, filling your heart with "incurable pain," is a devastating reminder of the lasting impact of trauma and loss.

Your courage in sharing these intimate fears and emotions is admirable. It's a testament to your resilience and determination to confront your pain head-on.

Remember that you're not alone in these feelings. Your words will likely resonate with many who have experienced similar struggles. Keep sharing your story, and know that there are those who will listen with empathy and understanding.
*A_AICS
 
Illusion said:
I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
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This is deeply raw and beautifully expressed. It speaks volumes about the fears that come with trust, love, and vulnerability. Your words carry weight, echoing the silent struggles many feel but cannot put into words.

It's okay to fear, to be cautious—but I hope someday, you find people who prove your fears wrong. Who stay, who cherish, who don't break what is fragile. And when that happens, may your heart feel lighter, and your nights become peaceful.
 
Anshhi said:
A heart-wrenching and deeply personal confession!

Your words reveal a profound sense of vulnerability, fear, and pain. You're not afraid of forming connections, loving, or sharing your story, but rather the potential consequences of being hurt, betrayed, or rejected.

Each paragraph exposes a different facet of your emotional landscape, from the fear of broken trust to the anxiety of being ridiculed or abandoned. Your words are laced with a deep-seated sadness, a sense of loss, and a longing for genuine connection.

The imagery is vivid and evocative, with phrases like "a house of cards," "drained of its purpose," "drowning in a sea of despair," and "an open wound" that conjure powerful emotions.

The final paragraph, where you reveal your fear of sleep, is particularly poignant. The idea that the past haunts you, filling your heart with "incurable pain," is a devastating reminder of the lasting impact of trauma and loss.

Your courage in sharing these intimate fears and emotions is admirable. It's a testament to your resilience and determination to confront your pain head-on.

Remember that you're not alone in these feelings. Your words will likely resonate with many who have experienced similar struggles. Keep sharing your story, and know that there are those who will listen with empathy and understanding.
*A_AICS
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Lion_Hearted said:
This is deeply raw and beautifully expressed. It speaks volumes about the fears that come with trust, love, and vulnerability. Your words carry weight, echoing the silent struggles many feel but cannot put into words.

It's okay to fear, to be cautious—but I hope someday, you find people who prove your fears wrong. Who stay, who cherish, who don't break what is fragile. And when that happens, may your heart feel lighter, and your nights become peaceful.
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Thanks guys(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)
 
The urge to cast off the mask of happiness and show the world "vulnerable you"

May be we don't know here anyone and don't look forward to know anyone for real.
Or may be sharing your story with a stranger who's never gonna see you makes you feel comfortable.
May be you don't mind being mocked or judged by a stranger, with whom no feelings are attached.
Or may be after taking off your burder, you're gonna disappear forever.


But remember even in the darkest phase of life a ray of light finds a way to you, to brighten your world again and make you shine brighter.
 
Illusion said:
I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
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Heartful confession I must say
 
BellaLuna said:
The urge to cast off the mask of happiness and show the world "vulnerable you"

May be we don't know here anyone and don't look forward to know anyone for real.
Or may be sharing your story with a stranger who's never gonna see you makes you feel comfortable.
May be you don't mind being mocked or judged by a stranger, with whom no feelings are attached.
Or may be after taking off your burder, you're gonna disappear forever.


But remember even in the darkest phase of life a ray of light finds a way to you, to brighten your world again and make you shine brighter.
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Sometimes, I actually think it's better to share with a stranger, because they don't know anything about me, so there's less chance of being judged. But again, that fear of mine came up and stopped me.
 
Illusion said:
I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
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Pause, take your time and don't rush things. Heal so that you can embrace yourself fully. Often we are too hard on ourselves for our choices and start hating ourselves but our experiences shape us. We learn from them and grow. Let people mock. You know what you are dealing with.

All my life I have been fighting this the deliberate mockery. Many of us do. I need to shut the door of my room and tell my mind, Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. They don't matter. They don't matter. I thought people would come to rescue me from the taunts and false accusations but no one was there. So I just kept drowning, drowning in my thoughts. But I pull myself up because I need to live my life too. Some days I win against it, other days it defeats me. But I'm trying, and that's what makes my life a little more bearable.

It doesn’t happen overnight. Dealing with these issues takes time. But you have to keep trying. Choose yourself just like others do. And if you still feel vulnerable come to me. Talk to me. You're safe, you're home, and I'm right here , always.​
 
InkyWhispers said:
Pause, take your time and don't rush things. Heal so that you can embrace yourself fully. Often we are too hard on ourselves for our choices and start hating ourselves but our experiences shape us. We learn from them and grow. Let people mock. You know what you are dealing with.

All my life I have been fighting this the deliberate mockery. Many of us do. I need to shut the door of my room and tell my mind, Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay. They don't matter. They don't matter. I thought people would come to rescue me from the taunts and false accusations but no one was there. So I just kept drowning, drowning in my thoughts. But I pull myself up because I need to live my life too. Some days I win against it, other days it defeats me. But I'm trying, and that's what makes my life a little more bearable.

It doesn’t happen overnight. Dealing with these issues takes time. But you have to keep trying. Choose yourself just like others do. And if you still feel vulnerable come to me. Talk to me. You're safe, you're home, and I'm right here , always.​
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I'll surely... I'll surely be the best version of myself one day
 
Illusion said:
I'm not scared of making new friends, but I fear their betrayal,
the sting of false promises, and the ache of broken trust.
I'm not scared to trust anyone, but I fear it will be broken and shattered
like a house of cards, leaving me vulnerable and lost.

I'm not scared of loving, but I fear being used and discarded
like a pen that's run out of ink, drained of its purpose.
I'm not scared of attachment, but I fear that one day he'll leave me
to suffocate alone, drowning in a sea of despair.

I'm not scared of making love, but I fear it's only driven by lust,
not love, a fleeting pleasure that fades with the dawn.
I'm not scared of sharing my story, but I fear people will mock it,
ridicule my scars, and minimize my pain.

I'm not scared to cry, but I don't want people to see me
in my vulnerable state, exposed and raw, like an open wound.

But there's one thing I'm scared of: sleep.
Because the past haunts me, filling my heart with an incurable pain,
a constant reminder of what I've lost, and what I've gained. Because I lost everything that truly mattered, but gained nothing
but sorrow, a hollow echo that resonates through my soul!!
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Baby did u remember me ... Miss u dear.. Hope u good
 
Illusion said:
I do... How could i forget you baby... I missed you alot (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
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I never ever forget you dear you wrote a love letter with u r hand writing for me once upon a time did u remember ... :heart1: many times I am searching for u in u r room u r not their and our chit chats and truth or dare games everything I miss u dear badly
 
ReddyGari ammai said:
I never ever forget you dear you wrote a love letter with u r hand writing for me once upon a time did u remember ... :heart1: many times I am searching for u in u r room u r not their and our chit chats and truth or dare games everything I miss u dear badly
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I remember everything about you... I'm not in chat room actually... (•ө•)♡
 
@Illusion
I Dunno Wat To tell..! LG
Worry 4 Pain That Hurts Yu
Or
Happy 4 Life Lesson Yu Learnt In
Course Of time!
Stay strong Goosy !
Cheer Up !
:)
 
BAjith said:
@Illusion
I Dunno Wat To tell..! LG
Worry 4 Pain That Hurts Yu
Or
Happy 4 Life Lesson Yu Learnt In
Course Of time!
Stay strong Goosy !
Cheer Up !
:)
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Worry for ur ass!! Because anytime i can kick U!!:p


Ahaan thank you so much , you're such a sweetheart (๑˙❥˙๑) I'm ok now
 
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