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Maybe you don’t end up with the person your heart chooses. Maybe that’s not how life works. Maybe you don’t get what you want. Maybe you end up finding what you need, and maybe the Universe knows what you need more than you do. Maybe love changes. Maybe it goes from “I’ll wait up and call you after work,” to “I’m going to sleep, I’m tired.” Maybe it goes from “You have nothing to worry about,” to “I really wish you didn’t overthink so much.” Maybe it goes from “I choose you,” to “I have to choose myself right now.” Maybe love isn’t one of those things that grows with certain people. Maybe you become too big for it. Maybe it becomes too uncomfortable, too small for who you change into. Maybe it’s like that sweater you always loved growing up, or your childhood bed. You learn to appreciate it for what it was, but you come to terms with the fact that you have outgrown it. You learn to let it go. And maybe letting go of love isn’t some loud celebration at the end of a dark tunnel. Maybe

Here's what I do when Im starting to lose hope in life and starting to think everything in life is meaningless: Yes, I do think about ending my life. I think about how many time I've wasted my time doing all the shitty things. Im starting to blame myself for not ending my life earlier. But, I think and remember of the past. When I look back, my life is changing a lot. Well, it's not changing in a good way or bad either. It is changing in both way. And I think of the easiest way how to end my life. I think of the things that will kill me but will not hurt me either. I think of how my mother would feel if I ever end my life. I picture her screaming and crying. But at the same time, I don't care. Because when I am feeling so down and losing hope in life—I never really care about what will others feel about it. I think and think. I'll cry and listen to the most emotional song that I have in my playlist. And I think of how would I feel when I die. I think about the d