Alone and lonely are two different things. Alone means nights with my books. Alone means quiet star gazing and drinking tea drinking on my roof. Alone means hours of self aware retrospection in a coffee shop whilst scribbling poetry. But most importantly alone means not wilting into the arms of a man who may not appreciate the stars and poetry.
Never forget that little sparkle, that little child you have on the inside.
Falling out of love happens to the best of us, but the right person would not be able to fall out of love with you when you are still loving them with everything that is inside you.
That I loved myself enough to leave you, the you that balled hands into fists and abandoned me often when I needed you the most, I will always be proud that I left you. But the fact that I had taken four years to recognise the real you, the part of you that knew the exact and insidious way to use my trauma against me still makes me so angry at myself.
Hello. My name is Hollow. I live inside your soul. Under the layers and layers of skin, and tissue and muscle… all the way down where nothing and everything survives.
People’s actions are their own. We are all responsible for the way we behave with others. And the easy way out is to say “She provoked me, or he caused me to act like a horrible person.” No. We all have a choice. And the people who broke you had a choice too.
If you find yourself unable to sleep because your heart is thumping, your brain won’t shut off, all you can think of is the negative, your whole body feels like it’s one giant ball of unhappiness, find an audio book, a soft soothing one to listen to.
In a world where everything has a price tag attached, you are a real thing that expects nothing in return. And that is suspicious to people who do not know how to give out pure love without expecting anything back.
1. Because they say that for every single boy who counts the stars, there is a little girl who is wishing upon one.
Wake up a bit earlier everyday. From 8, make it 7, from 7 make it 6.