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.
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.
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.
Maybe angels are real. Or maybe some people are just good, really, really good.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
Tomorrow will be better.
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.
You don’t deserve to have me open up to you. You don’t deserve to see me cry and certainly not to be the reason I cry. You’re not worth my time and effort.