Sometimes, in the presence of many people, with strangers’ eyes looking at you and judging you by how you look, that’s when you feel so outcast. Alone. and well, lonely.
You have a bad day, and you figure out what triggered that bad day. You go through the steps that you have perfected in order to make yourself feel better.
To be able to love is a beautiful thing, but that also means we are able to hurt, to feel afraid, to feel alone. It’s intrinsic — we ache for connection.
If you pretended you wanted me, you know, I’d probably go away. Don’t you know that by now?
You begin to want more. You knew you would have to wait for him to come around, but months have passed and everything is still superficial; something is just missing.
I let down my guard, and let the chips fall where they may. Maybe I’ll end up hurt. Maybe he and I will eventually be together. But regardless, I took a risk.
Seeing someone’s perfect Instagram photos is like being in a haunted house — you may know what you see is fake (or at least only part of the story) but you can’t help having a human response anyway.
All too often, these three things have entirely different motives with conflicting interests. It’s like taking advice from a by-the-book police officer, a fun Uncle who’d let you sip his beer at 13, and an adult film star all at once.
I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”
I know you choose hope over giving up and that allows for the possibility of greater things. Giving up is weak, and you may be a lot of things but that isn’t one of them.