My life: in technicolour

long distance relationships

Long distance relationships: a touchy / weird topic.
Personally I think they can only work if: 

1. you’re dedicated

2. you’re a loner / you don’t hang out with anyone.

But basically you have to be a loner all the time…

Here’s why:

When you hang with someone, odds are, you have a chance of feeling something for someone, maybe not a strong chance… BUT the point is you will MAYBE. If you’re a loner theres no chance.

But anyways, when you hang with someone you start to get that connection the people you hang with. Now that other person, far away (the person you are in a relation with) begins to get foggy. Since you found that new person though, you get all happy ‘cause it’s new and exciting…

It’s sad, but it usually happens.

If they / you hang out with other people, there’s room for caution. A lot of caution…

But if you’re on the phone with someone all the time and always talking, and MAKING time to see them and all that things look good.

But basically keeping contact with this person will do a lot, ‘cause you are their world still, and probably always will be, and they’re not introducing anyone into their world, if that’s the case, then why not.

Loners, yes.

Everyone else, no.

lonliness

i wish i had someone i deeply cared for, next to me every night. i wish i could hear them breathe / twitch in their sleep, i wish i could be held.

it can’t jus be anyone, it has to be someone special.

then i would feel like i had some sort of significant value (again).

someone who would really cry at my funeral…

being single, means being alone.

being alone means…..

Cross the line if your mental illnesses define you and you could not care less if you recover or not because you feel as if they are the only things that are ever going to be there for you.

(Source: crosstheline)

im about to post a bunch of stuff on whatever is on my mind

if you don’t like it, you can suck my dick and unfollow me.

I can still feel her

It’s been another one of those sleepless nights.

I was thinking about you again. for HOURS on end…

I try not to, but I can’t seem to avoid it. 

Even though I can’t avoid it.
It creeps up on me…
It being, my insecurities…
It being, my anger…

I’m so tired of feeling like I’m dying every single day.

I can’t even tell if I’m feeling it or thinking it. 

Where’s my optimism?