A loneliness that shatters your heart, that makes you wonder if you will be ever good enough, that makes think you everyone would be fine without you, that makes you question your existence, that makes you wish to end this life.

I'm empty yet full of chaos.

“I rarely open up. I don’t like to feel vulnerable or be misunderstood. But now and then I get to talking to somebody and something about them resonates with me. Whether total stranger or old friend, in their presence, I feel a certain safety roll over me, and everything comes gushing out.”

“Honestly, I don’t need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.”

“I’m afraid to love you. I’m afraid that you’ll leave and that I’ll go back to being alone again. Only it will be a hundred times worse because I’ll know what I’m missing. …I want to be able to love you more than I fear losing you, and I don’t know how. Teach me… Please teach me. Don’t let me destroy this.”

“I’m losing my fucking mind over you. I still love you. And, without lying to myself, I think I always will.”

“It doesn’t matter how much I meant to you, because in the end you still left.”

“A part of me got lost when you went away.”

“What no one tells you about grief is that you don’t want to figure out a way to live with it—you want the part of you that hurts to die instead.”

“Sometimes there isn’t screaming anger or endless sorrow or a hurt that shakes your whole being. Sometimes there’s just quiet. An absence. A refusal of the mind to acknowledge any feeling at all.”

You see the person they could be and not the person they are. That is why you pour your heart into everyone you meet.

You feel so lonely

“Why do I have to reach out so hard for anyone to care about how I’m feeling?”

“i can write about you,