Lonely

There are those who lack love;
There are those who lack friendship;
There are those who lack confidence;
There are those who lack trust.

Lacking either one of these can make people lonely.

The lonely like to think. More than they need to.
They think others don't know. They think others can't tell.
But there will always be someone who can.
And no matter who this someone is, it will make them think.
More than they need to.
So do not think you are alone. There are people who care.

Expressing feelings

I find it hard to express my feelings towards you.

I cannot bring myself to hug you

I cannot bring myself to say "thankyou"

I cannot bring myself to say "I love you"

But I do love you. It's just hard for me to express myself towards you.

But I really do appreciate all you do for me.

And I'm sorry if it hurts you when I don't show my love for you.

But I do love you. And I hope somehow you will know.

blehh

So I found this in my drafts...
Obviously written a long time ago, because after reading it, I have no idea who it's referring to
But of course I wrote this for a reason, so I might as well post it.

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(A) has an attidue problem.
(B) gives up his time for (A), but (A) doesn't even consider how much work (B) has to do to prepare for (A) before seeing (A).

What (B) does is entirely for (A), but (A) just thinks it's a waste of time.

So (A) repays (B) by displaying a face of annoyance.

And not long after, (A) can't take anymore.

(A) walks away.

(B) forgives (A).
(A) doesn't care.

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Maybe one day I will remember who they are,
or maybe that day I would wish I didn't remember.

Maybe one day (A) and (B) will forgive each other,
or maybe not.

But let us never forget to hope.

Words

Words hurt.

Like shoving a hand down your throat and yanking your heart out then throwing it against a cactus with all your strength and watching it slide down piercing through the spikes one by one and an elephant comes by and tramples over it because a mouse just scurried under its legs and the skin of the remaining ball of dirt has been torn and sheds its tears of red as its thumping beat gradually slows down. Then you pick it up...thinking that you never wanting to put it back into your body again.

That's how much words can hurt.

Two people.

Is it possible...

Two people.
They have always reached out for the other, but the time had come for a separation. Not a separation such that it breaks them apart for eternity. Merely a separation when each individual will come to embrace a new direction in life.

Two people.
Now they are meeting different people, doing different things, learning different ways, living different lives. This is what separation brings. What now becomes of the feeling once felt for each other? The care, the laughter, the friendship, the love.

Two people.
Are two people. Is it possible...that those feelings of the past keep up with the differences in their everyday lives; for those feelings to remain as those feelings? It seems that for some, it can, while for others, it's just too hard. Or maybe those feelings were never what I expected them to be in the first place. And for that, I'm sorry.

But I will never forget.

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Simple ~~~

Why is the mind complicated?
Why can't everything be simple and easy?
Why are there so many whys?

Why is it so hard to have simplicity?
Why is it so hard to have a simple life?
Why is it so hard to have a simple relationship?

And why is it hard for some people to put a smile on their faces?
Living in a world of frowns is much harder than living in smiles.

We are given one chance in life.
So why make this life more difficult than it should be?

There is no need to fake a smile.
If those who love you truly love you, then whether it's a smile or a frown, they will still love you.
For me, a smile is much easier.
I will keep on having this smile...
and simply hope.

Hope to bring smiles to others.

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Not

So sometimes you think you know something or someone, but it turns out that what you thought was the exact opposite from the reality.

Was life meant to be this way?
I guess it's what makes life...life.

Would it have been better to be oblivious?
Possibly...
But now it's too late.
Or is it?
So the reality I thought was reality isn't in fact the actual reality. Then maybe living in a dream would be happier than living in reality.
Just because it's called a dream, doesn't mean it is false. (And I'm not talking about the dreams you get when you're sleeping) Dreams are just a way to enjoy this thing called life.

In a dream there is hope.
Hoping is not just sitting around waiting. Hoping is giving life a chance. Even if reality isn't what I expect, I will accept whatever comes.
And maybe...
Just maybe...
Maybe one day, dreams will turn into reality.

I hope.

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