lonely

I want to drag knives over my skin, just so that I can feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough to do that.

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks, and she wondered if anyone would ever miss her if she simply sat here, drinking coffee for days and days, years and years.

I wish someone would promise me that nothing is meaningless,_ he said. __ wish there were promises worth believing in. That after we__e been hunted and lonely and anxious and living in fear, there is something else.

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke,Another one bought from the store.If he lights one, his mind's lit upAnother one burns a hole..

However, I must admit that keeping myself to myself has not always been comforting. At times, I seemed to suffer spells of depression and loneliness, longing to become healthy again; of going out and facing a world of injustices, of misery, of widespread indifference.

Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.

Words used to be all I had. Now even they have deserted me.

There's a reason my only friends are written words

29. Most loneliness results from insulation rather than isolation. In other words, we are lonely because we insulate ourselves, not because others isolate us.

You__e lonely,_ they say,but it doesn__ scare me anymorefor it teaches me,and maybe that__ the biggest win from these years:I don__ need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore,like I always thought I would.I don__ break mirrors anymore,like I always thought I would. I can finally stand myself,and I never thought I would.

My fear of standing alone often pressures me to stand with a rather unsavory group that embraces a rather unsettling belief system which leaves me wondering why I left the promises of God for the company of people.

A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.

Step into your track and begin your steps till you reach the end because life is a personal journey.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectation. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, and focus on the whole, not the pieces. I have learned to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present because that is where I am destined to live.

Don__ panic, you are never alone in building up your dreams. The storehouse of your success was built by the very supreme father who created it for you.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Begin. . . where you are, NOT where you want to be. Begin stuck in the doldrums of your false story--if that is where you are. Begin there because, in truth, there is no other place to start from. Tell yourself that you are going to listen for the sound of your own voice--and remind yourself when you forget. And you will forget, over and over again.

If you weren't built for this life, you'd be dead by now. i think the problem is people don't share enough of their pain with the world, so they never know who else is in pain, too, and what others are going through. we're never really alone in anything.