I Am Me. No One Else.

I promise.

You meet tons of people throughout your life. Some are memorable. Some leave lasting impressions. Some are just passing faces in a crowd.
But the ones who mean the most are the ones who try their absolute hardest to stay with you. They’re holding on until the very end, until their fingers can no longer keep themselves wrapped around yours.
They’ve wedged themselves so deep inside of your heart that it’s impossible to remove them, even if you really wanted to. That’s why it hurts when they’re finally gone.
I’m trying, I’m trying. I’m trying my hardest.
I promise.

A true friend doesn’t pester you until you tell them what’s wrong.

A true friend knows when to give you space to figure things out.

Being best friends doesn’t necessarily mean you know each other inside and out.

Being best friends means you understand and respect the fact that everyone has secrets they only keep to themselves.

Friends don’t walk behind each other.

Friends walk side by side.

Blocks.

Do you know what it’s like to miss someone?

You know…when you have this gaping hole in the middle of your chest that can only be filled by that person?

It’s sort of like that game you used to play as a kid, where you had these shaped holes and the only things that would fit into them were those blocks that had the exact same shape.

What if all of us were essentially like that block game? What if every single loved one in our lives has an individual, unique ‘hole’ in us that they can only fill with themselves?

If there’s one thing worse than feeling sad, it’s feeling lonely.

I honestly think loneliness is the worst feeling you can ever feel, simply because it always seems to hit us when we least expect it.

Sometimes we’re just minding about our own business when it suddenly smacks us in the face.

Sometimes it slowly creeps into our senses when we’re up late at night, wondering why we can’t sleep.

That cold empty space on the other side of your bed somehow stretches to infinite lengths, and the mattress feels too big for you.

You’re standing by yourself and you shiver involuntarily as you think about the touch you’ve never felt, the hugs you’ve never received.

Loneliness strips us to the bare bone. We feel exposed and self-conscious in a crowd. We feel vulnerable.

You’re surrounded by hundreds of other people but for some reason you find it impossible to reach out to them, to feel them, to get to know them.

There are 6 billion people inhabiting this planet, and for some reason you can’t seem to relate to any one of them.

Sometimes I think people try so hard to become someone else that they forget who they were in the first place.

For me,

The loneliest part of the day is probably in the middle of the night or right before you go to sleep.

You’re kind of just sitting (or lying) in your room by yourself, and your senses become attuned to your surroundings.

There’s a slight buzzing. Maybe it’s the sound of your computer running or maybe it’s the heater or air conditioner. Maybe it’s the sound of your thoughts racing.

Aside from that it’s pretty much quiet, unless you’re blasting music through your headphones or something. The house isn’t alive with your family members moving about in the other rooms. The TV might not be on. There isn’t the sound of something cooking in the kitchen. There isn’t the murmuring of conversation buzzing in and out of your ears.

Now you know what they mean when they say that silence is deafening.

I think loneliness truly hits us very late at night, because that’s usually the quietest part of the day.

Sometimes it isn’t even depressing. You kinda just feel…nothing.

And I think that’s even sadder than feeling depressed.

I don’t think there’s such thing as a person without secrets.

We all have something buried deep within our hearts.

Maybe some are buried so deep we’re not even aware of their existence.

Love.

Some people thrive in the word while some people cower at the sight of it.

Like life I don’t think it’s possible to give love a single definition, because I’m pretty sure everyone has their own term for it. Love is different for everyone, just like life.

For me, I think anything goes just as long as you have this undeniably strong bond with someone else.

It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in love with someone, nor does it have to be affiliated with anything romantic. I think love is when you feel an affinity with someone. It’s this feeling that’s so strong, so raw and so real that you can’t simply give it a name or a description. It’s just this thing that keeps you so close with this other person.

I’ve seen people wondering what kind of things they would say before they die, and they come up with very funny or witty one-liners…but I think in the end, the only thing they’ll be thinking about is love. 

When you’re lying on your deathbed you’re going to be thinking back on your life and all the memories you’ve shared with other people. You’re going to be thinking about the relationships you’ve had and the faces you’ve seen and grown so attached to. You’re going to realize just how much you loved life, and how much you’re going to miss it when your time is finally up. You’ll be thinking about the love you’ve gained and the love you lost.

I think a part of love involves giving a piece of your heart to someone. You kind of exchange pieces with other people because you want the people you love to hold a part of you with them wherever they go, and vice versa. I think a single heart is made up of all the different pieces of different people’s hearts that we’ve exchanged and collected over the course of our lives, so when we look at it…it kind of makes a mosaic of all the love we have ever shared.

If there’s one thing in this world that everyone absolutely needs, it’s love.

I don’t think anyone deserves to be lonely, no matter who they are or what they’ve done.

I don’t like feeling sad.

Unless you’re some sort of a masochist I don’t think you like feeling sad either ^^;

It’s kind of hard to describe how it’s like to be sad because it’s different for everybody…but for me it’s like the colour kinda just removes itself from everything and nothing is as acute and sharp as they’re supposed to be.

Then you get that really weird…heavy feeling in your chest, like you’re breathing in lead and it’s gathering in your lungs.

And your eyes kinda get itchy from all the tears that are yearning to pour out, but for some reason they’re not.

Sometimes people lose their motivation to do things. Some stay in bed all day. Some sleep away the time, the pain. Some lose interest in things they’re usually interested in. It’s like the sadness siphons their zest for life so it can continue to grow and consume them.

I heard from someplace that sadness is one of the strangest riddles of the world, and to some extent I find that true. When you’re caught in the middle of it, it seems like there’s absolutely no way to solve it and the more you think about it the more confused you get. It’s like you’re stuck in this sinking hole and there’s no way to get yourself out of it, or you’re drowning and you somehow forgot how to swim.

Have you ever noticed that the instant you feel pain, you squeeze your eyes really tightly? It’s sort of like an automatic reaction for most people. Like…if you get pricked by a needle or someone pinches you. Your first reaction is to recoil and yell in pain or something.

I think it’s like that with sadness.

The moment it hits us, we shut our eyes off from the world. We’re unable to see clearly - actually we’re unable to see at all. Because of this we tend to think that we’re the only ones going through this sadness and that there’s absolutely no way anyone else can help us get through this.

But we all know it’s completely the opposite. We know there are people out there who are feeling the same way we are and we know that we have loved ones who worry about us and want to help us…

So why do we always tend to shove everyone away when we’re sad?

I think in every lifetime everyone will feel the same as everyone else…just not all at the same time. If that wasn’t true then I don’t think there would be such thing as empathy or sympathy.

It’s harder than it sounds but you should always remember that you’re never alone. No matter what you’re feeling, no matter what you’re going through…know that you’re not the only one going through this. It’s hard, but try and keep your eyes open when you feel that sting of pain.

It’s always better to know you’re not on your own.

There’s something wonderful about being able to watch the sunrise by yourself.

You literally hear the earth breathe its first breaths of the day, and you watch the first rays of sunlight touch the houses, trees, streets, lamps, cars…anything that was previously shrouded in the shadows of the night.

You’re watching life unfurl before your very eyes.