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I hate people and I hate that I’m alone.
And then there are the mountains. When the sun goes down, it bathes them in purple twilight, illuminating each ragged peak.
Clouds are hanging low in the sky, almost suffocating the city.
I guess some people would be surprised that someone could live like a hermit in one of the largest cities in the world, but I find it quite easy.
Life is what happens after. We all have dreams and aspirations and goals, but life is what happens after we either achieve or fall short of whatever we imagine our life would be. Life is what happens after the wedding. Life is what happens after the move. Life is what happens after we get the job.
Are you lonely or are you just alone? People confuse these things, but they are very different from one another.
It’s not television but writing that has the capacity to soothe me like nothing else.
The one good thing about the cold is that it tends to sober you up a bit and clear your head.
Besides, I’m the victim here. He’s the one stalking me. And yet, like all victims, I feel shame.
He’s not merely handsome; he is outright beautiful.
the image of everyone laughing solidified in my mind and has stayed with me until this day.
I know that everyone is now promoting self-love and I do love myself. But I still can’t help but feel not entirely comfortable in my skin.
And I am sorry that someone, probably a long time ago, made you feel like you weren’t.
They are not tears of sadness, but rather of anxiety.
“It’s amazing what we can accomplish if we don’t feel the pressure to be perfect.”
True courage isn’t the absence of fear; it’s doing whatever you are afraid of anyway.
It’s like my life has been night for almost four years. And now, out of the blue, the sun is starting to peek over the horizon.
