Honestly, what is love? How do we know we’re in love? We don’t. Love is just a stronger word for care. Nothing else. I’ve seen it disappear so many times.
I honestly have this terrible problem of overthinking. Sometimes it eats me alive. It’s like a never ending tunnel. I keep running and no one to lean on. That feeling sucks.
I don’t want to be selfish. I try to give all I can to everyone. Only because I know what it feels like to be alone, to be hurt, and in constant pain. Nobody should feel like that. If I know someone is suffering I try my best to give them that little piece of happiness that they need. If I could have any power in the world it would be to suck the pain out of people.
These words speak out to me. I feel like I am this girl. I feel like every time I’m down I can only pick myself up. I don’t have people putting my pieces together, yet I wish I did. It’s just me. I show people that I’m really happy. So happy that they don’t even know that I have clinical depression. Which is fine. I don’t want people to pity me. I dont want them to think of me as a charity case. I rather they see me as someone who is extremely happy.
You don’t look for love. You don’t look for a relationship. Usually when you’re not looking it comes to you. It just happens naturally. Such a beautiful thing cannot be forced.
Positive thoughts will get you places.
The famous saying that the heart wants what it wants is true. There is no way around it. You can’t fight it. You cant contain it. It has a mind of it’s own.
Stories like this gives me hope.
People always blame society. Society this society that. It’s society’s fault for the way view things. But does anyone realize that we’re the one that shapes the society. Our thoughts and our words contribute to society. Does anyone know that we are the one with the power. If we really want society to change all it takes is one person and then the rest will follow. Are you that person?
Do you have those days where you’re just sad. You don’t know how or why. You’re just feeling down. Maybe there is something that is in the back of your head waiting to surface. It happens. Being sad has it’s ways. Sometimes you don’t know what exactly triggers it.
Last month of my freshmen year of college. This year has been a real struggle. There were plenty of times where everything was falling apart, but now everything is falling back to place.