am I the only one who will never get the chance to be happy in this life?
"I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when i see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their bestfriend, I realize that even though i like being alone, i don't fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won't run away."
– Hannah Nelson
“I am alone, in spite of love, In spite of all I take and give— In spite of all your tenderness, Sometimes I am not glad to live.”
— Alone, Sara Teasdale
Mary Oliver, from The House of Light; “Lilies”
[Text ID: “I think I will always be lonely / in this world,”]
Kit Connor and Joe Locke in the Heartstopper Season 2 Official Teaser
eu tô vivendo um ciclo de autossabotagem tão grande, que começo a pensar que não existe ninguém no mundo que consiga me destruir mais do que eu mesma
Being sensitive sucks. It means you take everything personally, overanalyse every situation and conversation; subconsciously manipulating it to be something it’s not. It means you absorb the energy of others around you. It means your feelings are hurt easily. It means you feel everything deeply, and it can suck. But we forget that feeling deeply isn’t always such a bad thing; it gives you the ability to empathise and love authentically, and there is such beauty in that. It is often that the best of lovers are the sensitive ones. They adore you, they think about you, they consider you, they care for you, they admire and support you; simply because they really, truly, deeply love you.
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
i truly like hanging out on my own, but seeing ppl out, having fun with friends and family, while I'm a loneliny guy, make me feel a little bad.
de quando em quando, eu tenho a sensação de que tudo o que faço é chato, repetitivo, desinteressante... perco a vontade e decaio o desempenho. a minha energia é vetada e eu só consigo dormir. todo o cansaço mental é transferido para o corpo, e um enorme peso recai sobre mim, forçando-me a desistir de quaisquer tentativas de escapatória desse meu oceano de puro martírio. quando a mente adoece, o resto do corpo tende a adoecer também.
Source: cartasnoabismo
Sinto que nunca vou achar um lugar para mim de verdade. Um ambiente onde eu não me sinta como se estivesse incomodando o tempo todo, aonde eu possa me sentir livre das amarrações do exterior.
um vazio em mim