Kevinthepigeon

So I was talking to this girl today and she was talking about how sad she was due to something that won't matter in a few days max. And I realized you know people get sad for things that really won't matter (including me). I mean our life is really blessed, really really blessed. As long as we are not
          -Parched but have no water
          -Hungry but have no food
          -Determined but can't go to a school
          -Scared thinking there could be a missile coming towards you any second
          -Scared to practice your own religion in your own country
          -Scared to get out of your house dressing the way you want to
          
          There are many more things happening around this world which is very disturbing and sad but if you are safe in your house, not bothered by anything major, you are blessed, love. 
          
          Things happen and it will leave us devestated or even more. But that is not the worse that could happen. There as so much more worse things that could happen to you . I don't even know if it makes sense or make you feel better but come on, let's be happy for the time we have here. What happened, happened and what will happen, will happen, no matter how hard you try to stop it so why worry.
          
          
          WEAR THAT SMILE~

لا أحد يبقى من أجلك ، فالكل يبقى حسب حاجته لك-

@djxaghz 
           @UtopianBerry Oh no..

@djxaghz this vibe>>>>>

@djxaghz DJ be speaking 100% facts here. EMMA WORDSWORTH OR EMMA WILDE??!??! I feel like both are the incarnations of our pristine  Emma Styles.

@djxaghz This is why you don't give me compliments

@djxaghz Should I be concerned about that? I mean sounds like a disease

Cutting deep into the skin,
          Releasing pain, to let hurt in.
          No one notices, it's all within,
          The sadness and despair that's been.
          
          Blood flows out, and pain subsides,
          A strange relief that grows inside.
          A coping mechanism, often denied,
          As feelings of shame and guilt collide.
          
          The scars left behind, a visible proof,
          Of the struggles that have been aloof.
          Seeking help is not a sign of aloof,
          It's a brave step towards a heartfelt roof.
          
          Let's end the silence, break the stigma,
          And offer support, with warmth and vigour.
          Together we can heal and conquer,
          The pain that's been a sole spectator.

I am thinking of writing a book again. I kinda made my other books private bcuz of... people who actually know me following me. But I kinda miss writing so yeah.

February has been the craziest month I have ever had in my life. Everyday was a surprise. Good and bad ones