In my dream, I wasn’t alone.
There was somebody watching my back.
Someone did love me there. They did not throw me away.
Am I that desperate for human connections? For love?
Why am I so ashamed to be alone at work, or at school?
Is my seemingly happy atmosphere hiding a deeper, lonely part of me?
Today, I found out that I just can’t throw away letters from my ex.
The reason is that the letters are the only proofs that I CAN be loved, that I’m not this solitary creature that exists without love from others.
Perhaps I have a toxic personality, though I can’t see how being quiet can be toxic.
Maybe that’s why I’m so alone and broken.
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Loved people love people.
Hurt people hurt people.
Loved people need to love hurt people.
There is still time for you.
There is still time for all of us.
I’m hurting, and I bet you wish I felt better. I’m just a stranger on the internet. It’s okay to give yourself that kind of care. It’s okay to wish you felt better. Let that wish become hope.