love
who decided that you need some deep back story in order to justify your tattoo if you think a deer is gonna look cool as hell on your arm then go ahead and get it tattooed
Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel uncomfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! I like you okay. Do you wanna grab lunch? I think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.
Maybe I don’t want to relate to you. Maybe I don’t want you to say “I have felt the same way before.”
Here’s a little fact about me: I like being alone. I like being by myself.
Here’s another fact: Sometimes I don’t want to be cheered up. Sometimes I just want to feel exactly what I’m feeling and I don’t want anyone to intervene.
I don’t want other people to relate to me. I want to feel my own things, not things that have been felt a million times before.
I am suffocating, breathing in old, recycled air. These words have been said before. These feelings have been felt before. What I want is something in this life that can be mine and no one else’s. I don’t care if that’s selfish. Let me be selfish.