Sometimes you just need someone to talk to. Not every thought you have is useless, just voicing how you feel to someone can clarify your emotions, and the reasons behind them. If no one will to listen to you, I will. I am a good listener.
I wish I had friends who wanted to see me every day. I wish I was texting someone all the time. I wish someone would text me first for once. I wish I wasn’t a second god damned choice every god damned time.
All I remember is that all-consuming feeling of need. As humans we inherently feel a need for things, like food and water, but the need was not for such trivial things. This insatiable pull contorted my being into shapes I did not know possible, this beast inside my chest pounded until my every thought turned into a head-splitting nightmare. It has a name. It was promised to us all at some point; maybe by a parent, a friend, a God, or by a person of significant significance. Lots of people have let it crawl into their dreams. Others have sent it packing, because they were warned of its tendency to never leave. Various young souls have let it take its toll before taking their own lives. Everyone knows it to be a healing agent, but that my friend is a façade. Love can never truly heal people, but only make them need it. Then once the love has gone, the need remains tearing at the poor sucker who fell for those cliché words feigning sincerity.
“To be a happy person, one has to drop all comparison. Drop all these stupid ideas of being superior and inferior. You are neither superior nor inferior. You are simply yourself! There exists no one like you, no one with whom you can be compared. Then, suddenly, you are at home.”—Osho