insignificant.

I feel everyone’s alive around me. I’m transparent, invisible. I see others, they don’t see me.

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

The thing is, being lonely is like walking in the cold without a coat. It’s uncomfortable, but eventually you go numb. Once you get used to not being lonely, though, the shock of going back is like having your down comforter yanked off at six o’clock on a Minnesota December morning.

I can be sad as shit with tears rolling down my face completely alone and by myself but if someone calls or text me and they’re just the slightest bit sad I put myself together and fix them.

you’re better off being alone than being with someone who makes you feel alone.