Life is a maze, and Love is a riddle

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.” ― Charles Bukowski

when sally rooney wrote “and it was easier and safer to stay in a bad situation than to take responsibility for getting out. Maybe, maybe. I don’t know. I tell myself that I want to live a happy life, and that the circumstances for happiness just haven’t arisen. But what if that’s not true? What if I’m the one who can’t let myself be happy? Because I’m scared, or I prefer to wallow in self-pity, or I don’t believe I deserve good things, or some other reason. Whenever something good happens to me I always find myself thinking: I wonder how long it will be until this turns out badly. And I almost want the worst to happen sooner, sooner rather than later, and if possible straight away, so at least I don’t have to feel anxious about it anymore.” in beautiful world where are you, i felt that

i’m a very observant person, so if you think i didn’t notice, i did. i just decided to keep quiet.

I don't even get mad. i just get really quiet. what's the point of talking to them and you try to communicate something that bothers you and they act like they didn’t hear you or respect your feelings enough to take it into consideration.