I’ve come to a point in my life where I’m not happy with who I’ve become. I should be disappointed that I’m no where near finishing college or don’t have a better job or in a perfect relationship. But I’m disappointed in myself for letting my brain take control over my feelings. I over think so many things that trying to go to sleep is impossible! I keep thinking about the fact that I have absolutely no friend that I can just vent to. I have plenty of friends that I can hang out with but having a friend that legit cares about your feelings and your sanity would be perfect right now. I’ve never been an emotional person and I’ve probably cried like 3 times in the past 5 years. I just feel like I have a lot to say, I just need someone to listen to me. And I hate that I actually tried reaching out to someone and they showed zero interest. Where are the good people in my life? Maybe I’m just a horrible person? Maybe I’m the problem? Who knows but feeling pretty lonely in a world with millions of inhabitants sucks! Overall this rant is to let anyone know that I’m a contradiction, I’m happy being alone but I hate being lonely.
“People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.”—(via endangerment)