Category: SOUL PAGES
My hopes are usually here. My depressive memories, unfiltered comments. All of them are here. ⭐️
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Nothing is going right
It’s 2.20 a.m. I’m at the bottom of unhappiness. I don’t know what to do, even though a few hours ago I was happy but I didn’t even know why I was happy. Even though it’s been a very short time, suddenly depression has set in. It’s very difficult to fight it. Because I know…
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O-1 Visa: Individuals with Extraordinary Ability or Achievement
Today, while I was browsing Tiktok, I came across a video that excited me a lot. The video is about the American Visa. In the video, a man talks about people participating in the green card lottery to go to America and people thinking that the green card is only obtained from the lottery. I…
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VIDEO
I started making videos dressed as a woman to publish one day in the future. I shoot the videos secretly in my room and in the evening. I don’t plan to shoot them very often, I just shoot them intermittently to tell people how I am and to tell people what kind of psychology I…
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Damn
I lost, I lost. I already had about $300 in total and I lost half of it. Shit. I lost again. The stock market… crypto. Fucking bitcoin. You went up last weekend. Why didn’t you go up this weekend? I don’t know what to do with the last $150 in my pocket. I think I’ll…
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Hijab
It’s 6:10 in the morning and I’m just starting to write because I found a game and played it for hours. I think I have a tendency to be addicted. I think it’s because I’m idle, because it’s good to get away from the world and dive into a game. Dozens of memories I don’t…
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Hope
Greetings from the geography where hopes that raise their heads lose the sparkle in their eyes. And greetings from my self, which tries to keep hope alive but is about to lose its point of resistance. Greetings from 4 walls, from an exhausted story that rambles with dreams. Greetings from my self that consoles the…
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Inspiration
I hope you are well. I’ve been having a lot of trouble lately and I wanted to share it with you. I want to express myself, to pour out what’s inside me, but every time I start writing, I lose hope. It’s as if I start to believe that nothing will get better, that everything…
