Letting the poison slither down your esophagus like a snake, clouding your senses, taking you to nirvana, was all you really needed.
That raw display of emotion makes me so incredibly uncomfortable that I automatically reject even the idea of crying in front of people I know; If I’m alone, then I’m the only one who has to deal with (and/or judge) the big soggy mess I become when I cry.
11. Fresh air heals a lot of pains.
When I began writing a short while later, I would watch and make up stories about people based off my observations. You are different. I don’t want to write your story. I want to KNOW your story. I bet you have lots to tell.
Someone with hopes and disappointments — someone who’s more than just a face among faces in a crowd, to someone they are the face sought out amidst the blur of others.
He has no name in my memories because it doesn’t matter. What matters is that he made the conscious choice to be the type of person to build others up instead of tearing them down.
Is it even worth going outside now?
You don’t need to know everyone’s story and you don’t need to understand why someone’s feeling the way that they are, all you need to do is remind them that there is still happiness in this world. It’s still attainable.
15. Don’t drink coffee with a meal or they will think that you have been raised in a barn.
You might never see them again. Who cares? Honestly, that’s kind of the fun in it.