I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home.
Robert Goolrick
Their love for me was both a myth and a torture and so I wrecked everything. I hurt them, and I left them hurting.
friendship hurt sad
If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.
sad unrequited-love searching longing
I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it. And now I will have to be that person forever.
sadness loss sad abuse
home sad alone
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