At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one’s lost self.
Hey lovelies. Long time, no see.
This is the state of being in a trance when the only friend you have is your own solitude. There is no being to talk to, there is no shoulder to cry on. You end up growing crazy, start talking to your own self and feel uncared for. You feel that you’re not wanted and that the world would be better off without you. And then, you do that, you make yourself shielded from all the other world happiness, strangle yourself in a blanket of misery and turn shades of blue before going completely pale.
The main message that I shall convey is that you’re loved. You’re loved by someone. You might not even know who it is and why they do but hey, the point is, that you are loved. They see you everyday, all alone, wait up, gather up the courage to go to you and to speak out loud but in the end they coward up. You need to trust the world. Impatience only leads to errors and wrong-doings. Use your time for following up on your hobbies which you might not be able to do otherwise.
Let me tell you something. I am a swiftie and you know why I love Taylor the most? She never lets the haters get to her. When she was in her adolescence, she was a loner, an outsider (yes, she’s written a song about it: The Outside). She would sit at a distance and watch as people had fun. Her best friend? Her parents. But oh my god look at her now! She is the most successful music artist ever, has the most number of celebrity friends. She wrote most of her best songs when she was there on the sidelines, as people mocked her for her crazy curly hair, she wrote.(Look at fate right? We swifties love her curls!)
In the end, your greatest flaw turns out to be your mightiest strength. When you come back home everyday and curse yourself, think. As Angelina Jolie rightly said, Different is good. Just because you don’t have shiny hair and a thin waist doesn’t mean that you’re any lesser than those wannabe girls who think they’re all that. Just because you’re not a jock and you don’t have a perfect calf doesn’t mean that you can’t play soccer better than the stupid guys with an IQ equivalent to a squirrel. You guys, you are beautiful.
So the next time you find yourself crying over some stupid insult you got, STOP. Go read some comebacks or make some of your own and hit them back. Use your time in the darkness for good. Light up a beacon of hope in your dark days rather than walking blindly.
Take care. I’m here for you.