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It’s good to be home alone.
I hate when I’m home alone and I have too much time to think. I like to think, but sometimes, useless random thoughts bring me down. When I think about my past, unlike many people, I have to admit that I’ve had an amazing past. Just like my past, my present has been beautiful too. My family is doing well, I have friends who care, I’m doing great in school, and I have a very decent job. My life is something that most of the guys here would dream about. I’m sure that when people look at me, they envy my life, because they only get to observe the outer layer of me. So, am I fake-coated outside? Absolutely, no! I’m actually happy, and I feel blessed about what I have, but there is something missing. I think I want to have that one person in my life to whom I’ll mean the world. I’ll never be a second option to that person. That person will always care about me and never do anything intentionally to hurt me. She’ll acknowledge my feelings and respect them. And most importantly, I’ll get to love her with all my heart for all my life.
One of the greatest mistakes we make in our quest for love is that we go around looking for it when it’s standing right outside our doorstep.
I hate how you take a nap, and when you wake up, you have the weight of the world on your chest. You were all okay before, but after, you feel all broken. You feel so sad for no apparent reason. You feel like your life is so messed up and miserable, when it’s actually not. It’s surprising how one nap can change everything about your feelings. That shows how vulnerable sensitivity is. I hate this feeling. I hate having a whole movie-twist over a single nap. I want to go to bed with a smile on my face, and I want that smile to still be there when I wake up.
I think. I think all the time. I think when I walk outside, all soaked, in the rain. I think when I’m inside curled up in my warm blankets. I think when I’m having fun with my friends, cracking all the nonsense jokes. I think when I’m alone in my bathtub taking a relaxing bath. I think when I’m eating a very delicious meal. I think when I starve in classroom because I had to rush there without having any breakfast. I think when I write codes on my computer. I think when I lie down on my couch with a book on my chest and listen to some indie music. I think when I drive around. I think when I go out on journeys for new explorations. I think when I gasp a handful of oxygen. I think I think a lot. And whenever I think, I think of you.
I’ve never gone out on a date. That describes how pathetic my romantic life has been. Lol
Waking up at this time in the morning and watching the sunrise gives me an inexpressible joy and pushes my mind into numerous loops of thoughts.
The Valentine’s Day is almost gone. All the people who had valentines probably had lots of fun. But for people like me, who are forever alone, Valentine’s Day is nothing different than any other day that comes and goes.
Systems aren’t built overnight.
