Is it weird that i feel more comfortable venting to people that i don’t know and may never meet than i am to the people i have closest to me? people that know me can judge and that hurts, strangers can judge but their opinion doesn’t matter in the bug picture of my life.
There are songs that talk about tear stained pillows, those songs only tell half the story. In real life, it’s tear stained everything, everywhere. That’s true life. When bad times hit, the tears don’t just pour on the pillow.
All our young lives we search for someone to love,
someone who makes us complete.
We chose partners and change partners.
We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope
all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow
there is someone searching for us.
— Fred Savage
story of my life.
I really wish i could stop thinking about you. It would make life much easier..