What’s worse than being alone is feeling alone. You can be surrounded and loved by many people, but nothing will fill the emptiness. It’s worse because people see you everyday, some even look right into your eyes when they’re talking to you, standing just inches away from feeling your heart beat– yet no one seems to notice your pain. Everyone is near, but no one close enough. Even the smallest space between everybody feels like oceans apart.
do you ever meet one of those people who is so heartbreakingly lovely and then you find out they’ve had a horrible past, they’ve lost their parents or a sibling but they are still trucking along being kind to everyone and it’s the saddest thing because how can such a kind soul be born of such misery