Love of my life, if you are somewhere out there, can you please hurry up and come to me because I can't stand waiting any longer...
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Love of my life, if you are somewhere out there, can you please hurry up and come to me because I can't stand waiting any longer...
“Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn’t love me. But they lost someone who loved them.”
— Unknown
“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”
Don't kiss me in front of her
She said, "Don't kiss me in front of her, she is shy," and while looking at you, he asked, "She's not shy, right?" You didn't answer; you laughed because you had felt uncomfortable for a long time now.
Every time his hand was on her thigh and her hand was on the back of his hair, you wondered why they had to make out on your couch, in front of you. Why couldn't they be patient and do whatever they wanted in his car? You never invited him to your home, and you didn't want another reminder of how lonely you were, how you never had someone who didn't care who was in the room and just wanted to touch you. You wanted them to leave.
i don't understand how easy it's for u to go out and have fun when im right here feeling like a piece of shit
im not sure if people can understand what forever alone means...
like literally being alone forever, never being loved or having someone to care of you, except from yourself
walking up alone in bed, running alone, cooking only for yourself, being anxious alone, fixing your plumbing by yourself, hanging that painting up on the wall without having someone to hold the ladder and in the end of that tiring day, sleeping alone
sometimes i feel it would be easier to cry in somebody's arms and not in my pillow and it could be more fun to celebrate with the company of someone else and not with a glass of wine
what if everything is intentional. what if dancing with your friends matters as much as picking up groceries. what if you put color in your hair and a stranger feels seen. what if someone makes soup for you. what if tears are sacred. what if it’s all love.
im still thinking about him
he is in every corner of my mind
and maybe he is not even real
but i really want him
that person that is in my head but not in my reality
i just wish you were here
“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”
— R. Arnold
I can't stress how essential it is to have real close friends. those who know exactly what is going on with you. those who know how to reach you when you're unreachable. those who know how to be there and when to be there and when to give you the space they know you need. those who know it's not their job to fix you when you're broken because it's really not their job. It's yours. their job is to just be there for you during the process. they offer their presence and their ears and their shitty yet priceless advice.. and maybe their tears when needed. I can't be grateful enough for those people and it gives my life meaning when I get to be there for them the same way they've always been there for me.
A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.