I met the perfect guy.
He’s tall, handsome, and the prince I’ve been waiting for. It’s as if he stepped out of a fairytale, ready to whisk me away.
Kiss my scars, stroke my hair.
I’m too broken to care.
“Maybe if you find true love, you’ll be happy”
I’m not happy.
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I think you have it backwards: In order to find true love, you must be happy. Or just reasonably content. I don’t believe any of that nonsense like you need to love yourself first, or something to that effect. Clearly people who love themselves are just as miserable as the rest of us, because nobody else loves them as much as they love themselves. No, I think finding perfect ambivalence towards the self – being completely unconcerned with oneself and more absorbed with caring about stuff outside the self – is the trick. Everything is broken. Everyone is broken.
Well, that was a real comment that I get told every day. By my psychologist, by my dad, by my friends.
It’s sad, but I started believing that if I found somebody to love me, I wouldn’t have to love myself.
It’s tragic, really. I’m only 17, yet I’ve been through so many internal wars that I feel as if I’ve aged.
I just wish things could be easier, you know?
If true love is the answer you felt would help but isn’t then who knows maybe it’s not really what your looking for but at the very least to have someone by your side that loves you can be great motivation to help get what you truely want.
We all wish things could be easier but what we forget is it can happen it just takes the willpower we feel we don’t have, but we do.
It’s true you feel happy when you are with your true love, of peaceful, or comfort. Happiness is not a thing you’ll feel forever when you find it. It’s something we need to keep doing things we like to feel it constantly. Sadness is the thing we feel all the time.
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17…..so young….. you have an entire life ahead of you…… it can be a happy one, but dont rush it.