Some people like me find happiness in loneliness, but happiness is only real when it's shared. Every time I read a book, or a Tweet, or a quote, or a post and I somehow felt connected to it, or it triggered something within me, I felt a spark on the inside, somehow I felt like I'm not alone.
I really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. One day they're sweet, the next day they're not. One day they're here, the next day they're not. One day you're important to them, the next day you're worthless. One day they love you, the next day they don't care about you.
We are all looking for answers, then.
I wonder what today is going to be like. . . oh, nothing again. Okay. For the past 6 hours, I've been knocking things over with a song.
So, what's the point? Does it matter?
Sometime, just sometime. . .
However, I could no longer rely on genuine emotion to generate facial expressions, and when you have to spend every social interaction consciously manipulating your face into shapes that are only approximately the right ones, alienating people is inevitable.
So I've been talking a lot with some songs. Me and her, the song.
If you and I were sitting in Starbucks and you had your fave drink and I had my Caramel Frappucino I’d look at you, and I’d tell you the truth – you’re not failing.
I know. I’m guessing, you’d wipe away the tears, and look up, and try to nod your head, but inside, inside well, you’d think that those are nice words but seriously she has no idea. You know why I know? Because I’ve sat in a coffee shop, across from a friend, a friend who looked me smack in the face and told me that I wasn’t failing and that I was doing a great job.
You are not failing. You are not.
