"It’s scary to think that there are words meant for me but were never said to me."
"I choose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you."
"I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume that they’d want to see me, or just go ‘round. I always had to sit down and think very hard before I knocked on anybody’s door. And consequently, I never really knocked."
"Alone is what I have. Alone protects me."
"I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself."
how do you deal with an alcoholic?
Or how do you deal with a gambling addict?
Or even, a person who loves having affair?
How do you deal with someone who have suicidal tendency, even though they don’t reveal it?
How do you deal with all this when they’re all different individuals?
How do you deal with a person who cannot stop touching cigarette because it’s the only ‘escape’ they can find?
How do you deal with a person who manipulate everything and yet, find themselves not at fault, but it is?
How do carry the weight of each individual and try to guide them to a place they can call ‘home’?
how do you do it?
Because at this point, the only hero in this story is themselves.
It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
I just want to make you proud of me. It might be the only thing that keeps me going, so thank you.