in my last post I wrote that I found this special person who helped me a lot in my life. he’s the reason I can write this. I won’t know what happened if I hadn’t met him.
some people say “you’re lucky to find someone like him” “I won’t find THIS person” and so on.
but you will find a person like I found him. there’s a special person for everybody out there.
what will happen if you end your life? you can’t see so much beautiful things: think how beautiful you’ll look in your promdress or even your little sister, the moment when you look in someone’s eyes and think “that’s love”. you won’t have this moments when you die. when you really think you’ll never find a person talk to me. I’ll always listen to everybody of you (no I’m not a psychiatrists). I’m just someone who wants to keep you alive. thinking in the future.
YOU’LL FIND THIS PERSON ♥
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I’ve had my prom, I’ve had a wedding, I have a man who loves and supports me ver much.
Sometimes it’s just not enough.
Depression is a *****.
Sometimes the best help comes from those close friends or the ones who love you and not stranger psychiatrists who simply ask the same questions over and over again. This is great.
I have yet to find that person after 55 years. So I’m really quite sure I won’t.
None for me either.
I think my special lady
Got hit by a bus or something.
I’m a guy and maybe I’ll find her maybe I won’t. When you do, do you really want to put that hope in a person. Just as it was to come into your life, one day they might leave.
By that logic, Bill Gates is a billionaire. So I will become a billionaire.
Look, I’m happy for you and all, but cut it out. You have zero way of knowing if others will find love.
I could have written this a year ago. I said there was no one special out there for me for years, until there was. I thought I’d forgotten how to love, until I did.
And then he left. I’m so much worse off now than I was before.
Guard your heart, hun. Happiness is an illusion.
I found special in the place i least expected. Or rather, i was found by… someone i never would have expected to want to find me.
But it turns out i thought it was much more special than she did, and yet somehow, my heart still reluctantly pumps, though i often wish it would not.
It’s quite an interesting experience to be both torn apart and crushed, both exploding and imploding, at once.
Until you know how it feels to both love and hate someone, simultaneously… you just have no idea.
I’m certainly not “better-off” having loved and lost, than never having loved at all. I can see why some people might say that… but it’s just not the same truth for everyone.
It’s not that i can’t believe “special” can exist, for me… but rather that i know i am not the “special” that exists for anyone else. I’m too damaged, it’s been too long, and it’s too late. At this point, I’m just waiting for the world to force my hand.