So Many Thoughts, Such Little Importance.

Life is a privilege we never asked for.

Your new thought is someone else’s old thought.

No human is or has ever been or ever will be perfect. Not your other half, not a celebrity. No one.

You can never fully remember everything that’s ever happened nor can you feel the exact same way as you did at that moment.

But I guess there is the luxury of being loved even being a responsibility, cause not everyone gets to have even that.

Does someone truly care for the other person as much as one cares for them.

And when there is someone who thinks and feels the same way, you connect. You connect and attempt to seek if they feel and think the same about everything. Because then you don’t feel alone.

When someone tells you to feel better cause there’s like 7 billion ppl to “choose” from, but then you realize how unimportant you are BECAUSE there is 7 billion other ppl.

You know how sad it is to be surviving your life and not living. You do it for so long, that when things are actually going okay, surviving life has become the normal living and you don’t enjoy anything anymore.