“She will put on a show that tells you that she is spontaneous and fun loving. She will read you poetry by candlelight as you lie together naked. She will laugh and her laughter will sound like music. She will feel mysterious, an old soul you’ve been blessed to finally encounter. She will seem wise.”

But when I’m lonely and use the power of loneliness, often the best things happen to me. I can’t ever forget that. Even the times of worst loneliness.

You’re tired of pretending you’re okay. You’re tired of saying there is nothing wrong with you when there is, you’re tired of having to lie to people about what’s going on and you’re tired of pretending to be strong and smiling when all you want to do is cry. You wish you could just let everyone know what’s wrong with you so they can leave you alone but you know that’s not possible.