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I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go.

People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

I feel like wherever I go, I will always have a strange sense of sadness in me. Hiding in every smile, stopping me always from laughing as fully and as truly as I could… It’s like a seed I’ve got to try never to water, else I know it could grow, and take me over.

I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.

The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.

Don’t tell me I’m attractive. I don’t care about things like that. Tell me what you like about my personality; what I do that makes you smile and laugh until your cheeks hurt. Tell me I have an attractive mind and that I’m beautiful both inside and out. That’s all I care about.

It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

If you are lucky enough to find a weirdo never let them go.

I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.

When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.