Grayceiy's Diary

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"My body was desperate but my brain was numb" Would you like for this to be in series??? 😌😌 Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

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I thought forever was gonna be you or at least with you but I guess fate has other plans. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

As a complement to my bleeding heart, I want to block you off forever but it breaks my heart that such thought ever crossed my mind, I just want to shout free me, let me go but what if it's too late now and it's been two years plus but I'm still far gone thinking deeply about you whenever the past comes up as a conversation even if it's with the girls and for the sake of monumental sanity I have to deny you or ever having any relationship just to avoid talking about you and the pains you've caused me and are still causing me. People say alot about FIRST LOVES but this one is wayy more than that and still you moved on like I was just a one night stand.........my heart bleeds and there's more blood than tears in my eyes, I hope you know how much hurt this causes me but I also hope you remember the empty promises we made to each other and how trapped by these promises my heart feels. I know you're living your life without me but sometimes I just wish you will just call me by mistake or at least stop viewing my status........ My heart still bleeds and my eyes are always heavy. No one wants me now because of the tear stains on my face, I hope you're happy now.. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

I still think about it, the hurts, the scars and the "happily ever after" that we planned now I look at your status and all I see is a future without a me in it, hmmm funny yet very painful. I know no one died but somehow my heart still grieves. All the moments we planned with joy I now smile with pains at the mere expression of it. These days I pray to be evaporated or at least disappear to another universe where I don't know you and I didn't see a need for you. I no longer like you yes but the sight or even the mere thought of seeing you with someone else makes me soo mad I feel like I might off myself but for what? I ask myself yet no answer. I need to know do you still like me? Or is the thought of me barely fleeting in your mind? Do you prefer a joke about me or am I another "odun" like they use to tease you about during those times when we still had ourselves? I tried writing about it but the ink this time was my blood and the remains of you that came off as sweat and a sour mindset as a complement

So guys I'm now on discord for those who asked for it We can talk and share ideas there though I'll still post here🥹🤗 Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

https://discord.gg/XxMuDvxH

Always choose temporary discomfort for a long-term peace. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

"No more waiting around for breadcrumbs of efforts." Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

Curiosity makes you want to keep the door slightly open, just in case there’s more to discover. Emotions make you romanticize moments, even when reality isn’t measuring up. Daydreams make you live in the “what if” instead of the what is. But let me ask you this: if he was exactly as you daydream him to be, wouldn’t you already see that in real life? Wouldn’t his actions, consistency, and effort match the vision in your head? Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

deserve real love, not just a fantasy of it. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

Hey So there are somethings that I would really like to share with you guys and they're notes from things I've learned and I'm still learning from so here goes....

https://open.spotify.com/show/7cTSSt9cHLLThbh1bh6s4S

Hey don't know who needs to hear this but your feelings are valid and you're allowed to feel it all but what separates you from others is whether you choose to act on your emotions or not. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

Sometimes all you need is a quiet place and a pillow to scream into. Cheers 🥂 @Grayceiy

I think about this a lot. There are many writers in the world—some widely known, some struggling, and some like us, who write online. The question is—how many of us are real? Have you ever thought about this? I wonder about it way more than I should. Over the past two years, I’ve talked to quite a few writers, and I highly doubt that half of them are real. If you’re writing in a specific language, shouldn’t you at least know its basics? Shouldn’t you be able to communicate in it? Yet so many people today, who claim to be writers, don’t even have that foundation. So how can we believe in them? If writing is about expression, how can someone truly write if they don’t even understand the language they use? I have no personal issue with anyone, but this is something that really bothers me. Writing isn’t just about putting words together—it’s about meaning, effort, and authenticity. I take great pride in being a writer, and if someone is copying or relying on tools to write, the least they can do is learn the language and make their work believable.