I’m so over Being hung up on one person, I think I mask it well, but when I can only lay in bed and keep thinking for hours on end, it takes up the majority of my time. I wish I could just fall asleep without it on my mind. Funny thing is, only 5 people know, so it’s hard to vent this frustration. I’m really thankful for those who do sit and listen to me bitch, however I do wish we stopped playing this “we are just friends and couldn’t manage this” shit. Done feeling bad about it. Yet tomorrow, I’ll be awake for another few hours in the dark thinking about it. Still.
“Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”—George Orwell (via unejeunedemoiselle)
“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”—Haruki Murakami (via philphys)