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I do not give up on people, I never do.
Sadly, they give up on me. 
I guess I am someone who can be just dismissed.

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People who express themselves aren't attention seekers.
When you don't like someone's updates, why don't you just block them? If you don't want to block, use the option of 'hide from news feed', but stop judging.

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I trusted people and shared everything, only for them to point fingers at me later.
I don't influence others to behave in a particular manner with the people I don't get along. It just hurts when they take a decision on their own, and later very easily throw it on my face. What did I do?

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I realized, that when someone cries, the world sympathises and accepts him/her as sensitive.
When someone braves everything quietly, gets labelled as 'tough'. And then smacked with sarcasm, "you are tough, you can deal with it" as if it's a crime to be one. Who said tough people don't have feelings? 

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We moved from stone age to digital age. From socialising to social media.
Unfortunately, the mindset did not move from the stone age.
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Friendships today are judged by the tags, the dedications and screenshots. It's such a pity. 
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Validations have become necessary to prove the sincerity. Why is it that I never asked for it? 
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People break ties so easily, without thinking the time and effort it took to form one.
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You cannot hold someone responsible for the insecurities that you harbour. 
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I have valued relationships. But, now I cannot and I will not spend my emotional energy proving it. There will be a day when someone will look at me and say, "you matter". 
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Sometimes someone doesn't want to video chat, not because they want you to beg. The reason could also be that they don't want you to see the pain and the scars they have been hiding under the garb of a normal phone call. But, sadly, no one bothers to ask.
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People around me should be happy that I am 'tough'. After all, I take the load off  their heads. They know they can dump everything on my head, and I will take care of it. 
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I am not allowed to be needy, because I am tough. Yeah, being tough is a curse.
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I understand you know. I quietly watch the actions, I quietly hear the statements thrown at me. I don't say anything, not because I can't. 
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Out of 650 Instagram posts, I deleted about 600. I thought I was collecting moments of today which would be my memories of tomorrow. A few years later when I look back at the pictures I posted, I would smile. Little did I know that I was being judged. The fact that I was being judged, didn't hurt. People who did it - that hurt. I changed my posts into insta stories, because the comments would then be available as personal messages. No clarifications required. 
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And sometimes, people who speak highly of you will be the ones who won’t spare a minute to talk I’ll about you. You take it in your stride. 
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"When you hear a bad story about me, which is very often, you should understand that there was a time I was good to those people too.. but they won't tell you that" - This quote is spot on, in my case.
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Fell down, got up, dusted!! Repeated!! And repeating!! 


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