(via countless-souls-xo)
Lately, it’s been wayy too easy for me to cry. I quite dislike it. As many people dont think, crying is for the weak. It makes you overly aware of your situation only so the feeling of smallness lingers. The feeling of smallness holds you back. Back from dreams, back from ambition, back from goals.
So basically crying is why people are cowards and aren’t able to put themselves out there.
The converse in this situation is also true, I am a coward when it comes to asking people out, in this way, I have a weakness. This weakness occasionally makes me painfully aware of my loneliness in the world. The painful awareness brings about tears.
So Yupp. There it is. Crying is for the weak.
Just to let you know, when I talk to you, its like I’m talking to an old friend. Like someone I’ve known since grade school. Someone who knows me well too. Someone who would have listened to my shit, someone who would have given me hugs if I was sad. Someone who would have known I was sad without me telling them. Someone who could have made me smile in a matter of minutes. Someone who knew a truth from a lie based on the first word of my sentence. Someone who I admired. Someone who I cared for.
But now, youre just someone in the crowd.
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