Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going.
In bright white snow, when everything sleeps. And hope has left you lonely. When all you ever remember about summer is how it ended. I send hope back to you, wherever you are. I hope you remember all the people you still have time to be. I hope the little things in your life inspire you to do big things with it. I hope you remember that summer comes every year and that the sun, is still sweet. I hope you learn to hope again.
Sometimes I feel so– I don’t know– lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ Like a little lost Sputnik?’ I guess so.
Queen was the star attraction for 470.000 fans at the rock festival Rock in Rio, Brazil.
“It was awe-inspiring and mind-boggling to be up there with all those people in the palm of your hand.” says Freddie. “But the other side of the coin is that. though was surrounded by masses of people who love me, I must have been the loneliest person there. Can you imagine how terrible it is when you’ve got everything and you’re still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.
"I don’t want people to think, poor old Freddie, because I can deal with it. But I’m so powerful on stage that I seem to have created a monster. When I’m performing, I’m an extrovert yet inside I’m a completely different man.
I don’t remember the last time I really talked to another person… It gets lonely out here sometimes.
When everything first started, it was just my sister Ava and me barely scraping by. It’s funny how quickly humans make bad situations worse. We learned early on to avoid other people. Sometimes they are like you. Just trying to stay alive in this hell, but it’s not worth the few times we were almost killed for our food or simply for Ava.
Despite the circumstances, life was good with Ava. We understood each other on a level that required almost no communication. Food, water, shelter. Never stay in one place. These were the only things that mattered anymore, so talking lost its usefulness.
I still don’t know what happened to her.
I remember falling out a two story window and hitting my head, while trying to escape a house we got cornered in. But when I woke up, she was gone.
I’ve tried to pretend she isn’t dead, but it’s a lie I can’t keep up with.
Since then I’ve met a few groups here and there, but nobody I’ve stuck with for very long. I guess it was long enough into the apocalypse that the murderers and rapist had all killed each other, because I haven’t seen any since Ava left.
The group I’m in now is just like the rest, not too big, but always changing. People come and go. Faces change. It doesn’t really matter… I don’t even know any of their names. We all know it’s pointless to connect. We’ve all lost Avas…
Today my group found a locked up farmhouse we managed to break into. We all split up without so much as a look to see if we could find any unspoiled food. I took upstairs, wondering if I maybe just fell out of a window again, I could end this Hell once and for all. I walked around to the master bedroom which had the biggest window. I could feel the light summer breeze on my face as I looked out over the old farm. The air felt so nice, as if telling me it was okay to jump; to finally rest.
That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone.
With the voice of someone who hadn’t spoke in years I heard my name:
I whipped around, still recognizing the rusty voice of my sister.
She was holding a baseball bat defensively, in the corner of the room. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she let her weapon fall to the ground.
“Jeremy… I’m so sorry…”
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“…I wish things had happened differently…”
I felt like sobbing.
“We should’ve been more careful…”
I just wanted to die.
“I’m too tired… I just want to rest…”
I watched her eyes close.
“I love you Jeremy…”
My mind shattered as I sunk my rotting teeth into her delicious flesh.
Requested: Can I request when wake them up in the night because you are having a panic attack? I have been getting the frequently. DX
A/N: First of all I know it’s not finished in a way that it’s only Tae but meanwhile making these texts I went through a very rough time and now I’m just unable to continue them. I am sorry.
On the other hand, please go to an adult with your panic attacks, or literally anyone you trust, you can even come to me I’ll be so glad to help you because they are not good.
And I’d like to get the chance to tell me followers that ANY OF YOU can come to me whenever you need someone. I’ve been there when everything just seems dark and you feel lonely and I swear it gets better if you have someone by your side. My ask box is open 24/7 you can even stay anonymous if you don’t feel brave enough to tell me who you are. You can also message me. I will answer you as fast as i can.
“- Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’ - Like a little lost Sputnik? - I guess so. ” -Sputnik, sweetheart.
I wish I could stop being so guarded. I want to show someone who I really am but I keep it to myself because I haven’t met anyone who could listen to everything I say and understand me in the same way that I understand them.
he just!!!! wants to be with john!!! all the time!!! romantically but also like just to hang out!! he wants to talk to him about everything!! hes lonely when john’s not around! he wants to hold him and touch their faces and hands together and see his smile
Sometimes I feel so - I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space. With no idea where I’m headed.
Also: if u ever think I’m an over-reacting crybaby bitch who gets rlly upset over nothing and has a thin skin:
U are right, pal, 100%.
“Massive crybaby” was a part of my personality before dysphoria and depression basically turned me into a robot at 11 or so, and now that dysphoria and depression are lessening, I am once again a massive crybaby.
I literally had to fight not to cry when a lady in my art class told me she didn’t want my opinion on smthing after she explicitly asked for it. I feel bad when I see stuffed animals that look “lonely”. Everything frustrates me.