"whats tumblr? what do you do on there?"
I can sympathize with people’s pains, but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring about somebody else’s happiness.
A year ago,
I used to be scared of being alone.
I had a habit of sitting next to strangers
on the bus
despite there being empty seats,
wrote my number on restaurant tables.
I sent drunk texts to my ex-lovers
hoping one of them would miss me too.
It will take you months, I learned,
before solitude grows on you.
Often, you will have to leave
before you are ready.
But it is worth waiting for.
One day, you will be able to say,
‘This poem is not for you
and I am not sad.’
People who can’t throw something away can never hope to change anything.
*trys to hit high note of favorite song*