I am an introvert. I know this about myself. I enjoy being alone. Moreover — as is true of most introverts, I think — I romanticize the idea of being alone. But being alone for any real length of time is romantic only in theory.
We try to fill the void. Some write. Some reach for the pill bottle. Others run until their feet blister, work until dawn, or drink until they can’t see. We go to bed with strangers, and enter relationships with completely wrong people.
You are worth more than your loneliness. So please stop wasting your time being friends with it. Stop letting it stay in your life. And stop thinking it’s hard to abandon it.
I hope you know that loneliness is not the answer. It’s not where you belong. It’s not what life comes down to.
My problem with going through a breakup isn’t that initial pain; it is the contradictions and misalignments that follow us for months and years to come.
Maybe angels are real. Or maybe some people are just good, really, really good.
One feels alone because the people they thought would stay are not anywhere; their presence is needed but they are nowhere in sight.
Every day, I wake up alone. I go to school, see my friends, hang out and be social. Then I go home, where I live alone, and the silence sets in.
If you are lonely, take the time to look around at what you do have, not the people but all the things you have to be grateful for.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
Tomorrow will be better.