one day, you will stop wishing you’d been the sickest. you will stop hearing sad stories of failing health and hospitalizations and treatments and feeling jealousy. you will stop pining for the illness you could have had.
one day, you will hear these stories, and you will think, ‘thank god that didn’t happen to me. thank god i am alive and well and my body is functioning again.’
hold out for that day.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
It’s really scary when someone acknowledges how well you’re doing
The days before a group project is due where you did all the work and now it’s time to bite off the heads of your group members.
Whenever a new person sees me I want to tell them that I used to be thinner, sadder, and more of a mess. As if that’s some sort of accomplishment or desirable state.