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Are you guys still here?
“It is very easy in the world to live by the opinion of the world. It is very easy in solitude to be self-centered. But the finished man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
It must be easier to care for no one.
It hurts until it doesn't.
How do I get rid of this feeling that sooner or later people are going to leave me and move on to someone better than me?
How do I stop from feeling anything?
I'm here posting at 1am like I don't have work in the morning but anyways I should sleep.
I hope someday you’ll never feel like you’re not loved.
I posted something and it didn't go through so I wrote it again and it didn't go through again. Maybe that's a sign.
Over the years, I've kinda accepted that I'll just be that temporary person that comes in people's lives and be a good friend or something like that until they move on and do better things. We'll drift apart and I won't be needed anymore.
I'm okay with that.
I keep coming back here because I need space to write emo stuff and Twitter is so public.
Do you ever just feel like you’re not the type of person that people fight for to be a part of their lives?
Hummingbirds.
Follow me on Twitter though. I'm more active on there.
I used to say that I like being alone, which I still do. It's just easier to be alone. Then as I got older, it became comfortable. I've learned to live with it. But there's this ache, this tiny, what-if thought that's always there. And now? I'm realizing that I just lived with it, and I didn't really like it.
Came to a realization today that no matter how many times I go to the gym, I can't fix my face.
I don't know, I'm supposed to be with someone and yet I don't feel like I'm loved. I don't know if my expectations are too much or this is just not enough for me.