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But in that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking of something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.
John Corey Whaley, Noggin
no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose no pain comes without a purpose but why then, does it feel like all my pain has been in vain?
Most psychologically and/or physically abused children have been taught by parenting adults that love can coexist with abuse. And in extreme cases that abuse is an expression of love. This faulty thinking often shapes our adult perceptions of love. So that just as we would cling to the notion that those who hurt us as children loved us, we try to rationalize being hurt by other adults by insisting that they love us.
bell hooks, all about love
If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.
It's 1am and I'm so incredibly sad. How do you get rid of sadness? I've tried to get rid of it before, countless of times. I guess I'm trapped.
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You
Too often, I choose not to write. Everything is meaningless. I'm imploding. There is no one by my side. Everybody disappoints me, again and again. I take hits but never return them. It seems like I'm the only one with a conscious. And a heart. Even though it's damaged to pieces.
But isn't it so, that certain people are born to be miserable?
To love is as equally important as to be loved. I am lonely, not for I am not loved, but for I feel there is no one I can love. I love too little, and that is the problem.
Some people never allow themselves to feel. But when they eventually do, they collapse under the crushing weight of their perennial feelings. They are broken nevertheless.
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something. So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it. Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
Neil Gaiman
limits do not exist, but breaking points do
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I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.
Susanna Kaysen,Girl, Interrupted
And it isn’t that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live anymore. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn’t seem to be anything to look forward to, so I’d rather call it a day.
Nick Hornby, About a Boy