I am finally okay being by myself; because I’m not, really, truly alone. I have never been fine, for as long as I can remember there has been this emptiness. Something was always missing for me. And it’s not that I had a bad life, it’s just that I saw what was bad with life. People hurt each other mindlessly. We love selfishly. Everything I noticed in life was that people keep going, even when things should have stopped. And that bothered me. I wanted someone to have me, lose me, and devote their life to everything I would have wanted. Or I wanted that to happen to me. Just to prove that people care. But I don’t want that anymore. I no longer need devotion or adoration, or even anything close. I have myself, and I am happy. I am funny, I am kind, and that is enough.

(Source: unknown-one)