Oh wow, I am at my happy place. Without nobody. With nothing.
Sometimes I feel no matter what you grab in life, sorrow finds its way.
You are happy when people need you. And when they don’t,you merely exist.
The goal in life would probably be to be there, just be there forever for somebody and the moment you realise you are not needed, move away!
Move away as far as you can. Don’t care what it takes. A couple of days of days of heart break or a couple of minutes of self hate.
But .. damn I shouldn’t start a sentence like that ~ it’s rude to my grammar sense.
Yeah well,just get along as much as you can then run away. Whaaaaat ? It’s wrong to your moral science ?
You should just get lost and forget it all. With what ? At the cost of your friends judging you ?
It’s a funny feel, the ones you trust look at you through the windows of the society and dump you in the garbage, for nothing !
There are tiny tiny moments down here, you feel lonely, unwanted and out of the herd – and it’s at moments like these you realise the truest of anybody’s instincts. And believe me it could be in the middle of a midnight fucking party !
You may have been through a lot. May have seen a lot, but everything that is yet to happen is still new and hopefully not blue ..
Ps: I wrote this perhaps three years back, today I read it unexpectedly and felt it’s still true. The mortality that withholds everything in this planet fascinates me now.