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Human Interaction

We all need it. Whether we want to admit it or not. All of us interact with each other on a day to day basis. Whether it’s talking, living with them, seeing them around, or even texting them. Those who say they are lonely have experienced one of two things: they have had bad interactions time and time again and want to have a better experience or they lack human interaction. 

Interacting doesn’t mean you need to find those that are like you; it simply means interact with those that are willing to. We all know that sometimes we have those days where we just want to be left alone which is fine but eventually we interact with those around us again. 

When someone is neglected the right to interact with others is when they start to get depressed. The point that I’m trying to make is this: if you see someone down, talk to them. Don’t force yourself on them but by saying a simple “how are you” or even just “hello” can do the trick. Just by human interaction alone can cause those around you to have a brighter day.

Why? (A Poem)

Why?

Why do people just come and go?

And act like life is just some big show?

They act like they are the only ones that matter.

Until they are the ones being beaten and battered.

Why do people say things they don't mean?

And then act like that's not how it seems?

They think that by saying sorry they are forgiven.

That "it's just a given".

Why do we hurt each other?

When we're told to love one another?

They say that looks don't matter.

Yet they are the ones that judge and chatter.

Why do we have these emotions that can drive us up a wall?

Sometimes.... I wish I just never had them at all.

Hate

As I stare at you

my anger and sadness increase manifold.

Someone that I thought I knew...

Yet I stand corrected as I’m forever stuck in your hold.

Looking at you reminds me of the hate

that I have for you as you look back at me with sadness.

I hate it when you give me that look. If you could just die that’d be great...

But you can’t because you’re me.... God, what a mess.

I wish I could just punch you in the face.

‘Cause it makes me relieved when I see you in pain.

To me, you’re such a disgrace...

and I hate that anything I do or say will never give me any sort of gain.

I hate that you’re me.

Which may be hard to believe....

I’m sorry for never giving us any peace...

But that’s I think when you come to see me.

Spiraling (A short poem)

Thoughts. Feelings. Words. Actions. Love. Hate.

These things are always causing us to spiral down into an abyss.

Day. Night. Up. Down. Talking. Silence.

These things also never go side by side each other.

Sane. Crazy. Happy. Depressed. Hopeful. Discouraged.

Sometimes... I wish that everything could just stay still.

Changing

No one ever said changing for the better would be easy. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to doing the things that I used to but…. When I look back at those times, I realize the same thing over and over again. There’s no point in doing something that will just hurt you more in the end.

If someone asked me what I thought about myself a month ago, I would’ve told them: “I wish I could die but not really.” Being asked the same question now, I answer with: “it’s complicated. It’s hard respecting and fully loving myself while being constantly told what my faults are.” I want more for myself. I want to care. Sure, this is actually a new thing for me. I’ll be honest with you; it’s weird and sometimes I think it’s pointless. I’m not really one for showing those closest to me how I really feel. I’m so used to hiding my feelings that now when I try to express myself it can be misunderstood.

Nowadays I am taking care of myself more and focusing on myself which has caused me to stop doing the things that I used to. I feel bad for the people I used to talk to because I never got to explain anything to them. I just had left them without saying goodbye. Sometimes I wish I could tell them what’s been going on and how I am doing but then I remember one minor detail. They don’t care about me nor will they ever. 

No matter how much I wish this wasn’t true it is…. And inevitably, I’m alone during this self-transformation for the better.

#girlpower 

she’s an inspiration.

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If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Arron Burr from the Hamilton Soundtrack

If you had not suffered as you had, there would be no depth to you as a human being, no humility, no compassion.

Eckhart Tolle (via purplebuddhaquotes)

Tidal Waves

It looks oh so blue,

Rushing up the beach

Seeming like it’s trying to comfort me and you.

Never being too far from our reach.

It always gives off a sort of longing,

Even when we feel content.

And when this happens, it seems like there is something missing.

Which causes us to vent.

As we vent through and through,

It causes us to feel as if we are lost in a cave.

Trying to find our way out of it without a single clue.

Oh how they keep us spinning, those blue tidal waves.