Having hundreds of people in your life yet you still feel alone.
when you're young you'd rather deal with your problems alone because either you dont want to become a burder or you dont know who to trust and you'd rather be sad than dissapointed.
But as you get older, it gets lonelier. No one tells you how hard and isolating and sad and frustrating life can be.
Now you just sulk back into your room because you have no one to tell your accomplishments, no one to run to and hug when some days are a little harder. And you ask yourself if you put up your wall too high because now you have no one but yourself
alot of people surrounding you,yet no one to run to is just ... lonely
our parents would get angry when we get past 9 pm and still awake when we were 5
at 10 we are afraid of monsters under our bed so we force ourselves to knock off before 9
at 15 you stay awake past 9 infront of your books telling yourself 'just one chapter and ill sleep after'
and at 17 you wanted a fairytale to happen so you stay awake waiting on your phone for that one boy to reply
at 20 your studies keep you awake at night
and later in life you realize that all those desire to stay wide awake when the sun is far gone is not the people telling you to sleep or the amount of work that you still havent finished. It's because after 9 when the world is sleeping and darkness is everywhere you find peace, you find the time for yourself where you can think straight, where you are not somebody's daughter or girlfriend or student but your own self. maybe there is comfort in darkness because you dont have to think of anything else but yourself and whats inside of you.
apparently, the regret and whaf ifs that comes with grief is what keeps you awake at night. i call them sleeping monsters, you cant really avoid them but you can distract yourself from it.
grief is a never ending pain you will carry for the rest of your life thats the punishment for being alive i guess. How unfair it is? to be with a person 21 years of their life and carrying on without them for another 50 of yours. A piece of you died with them and it stayed that way but you have to put on a smile every fucking day like your world didnt just end.
I sometimes wonder if life really gets better, but here i am surviving, fighting my way through life and just thinking of the night that i decided to end my life in sorrow but ended up challenging my self and asking if im curious enoughy to continue? who would i be in the next 5 years, what are the feelings that im gonna embrace? who are the people that i will meet and where are the places that i would go and see? a battle of me vs me and living wins. More than 5 years after that, here i am. Learned so much things, wrote my feelings away, saw different places and goddamn beautiful ones, met amazing people, fell inlove, kissed a boy, and read alot of books. So yes! it does get better. but it depends on you on how you will embrace it. Give yourself a benefit of the doubt, be curious. be fierce and just continue. its you vs sorrow and you always lose if you let sorrow take your life. Its a very dark place but we are all born to see the sunshine!