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the people who are meant to be in your life will find their way back to you. they have to. because the laws of nature have decided that maybe time was not yours, maybe this moment wasn't meant for love, but something else. maybe these stages of both your lives are there to prepare you for different battles - but you will come together again. you will learn, grow, heal, and perhaps even love for others before you find your way back to each other. before the years have spilled into the crevices of your journeys and you have so much to catch up on you, so much to learn about each other that you missed out on. before they realize that the 'you' they left behind is no longer the 'you' they find - because of the different shades of growth you experienced. the people who are meant for you, the ones whose journey takes them on a new course altogether, will find you again. because there is nowhere else for them to go. because they can trek down as many stormy paths as they are meant to but they will still not find the home they made with you. because you both have to learn, change and mend into the right people for each other. the people who are meant for you will travel to the edges of the earth and still come back to you.

I think about dying, but I don't want to die. not even close. my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. there's so much to see and so much to do, but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphoric bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.

most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don't feel anything. It's so boring. I wake up and I think, again, really? do I have to do this again? And what I really don't understand is how come everyone else isn't screaming with boredom too?

It was easier to be brave when you were someone else. stephen king