Sometimes you need to comfort yourself. Wrap your arms around yourself. Hold yourself. Urge yourself to breathe.
Sometimes the only person you can turn to is you.
When that happens it's pointless to feel resentment towards those who probably should have noticed you needed kinder words, a hug, maybe a little kiss. It's pointless because everyone has their own torment. They just don't have time to deal with another's, even if it's their daughter. Or son. Or sister. Or brother. Or best friend.
We are all wrapped in our own torment and we need to stop relying on others for the things we crave and need that are not material. We need to start giving it ourselves.
Comfort yourself. Whisper kind words to yourself. Hug yourself. Love yourself.
You are you have and need. No one understands you better than you.
Exist for yourself.
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Bouts Of Writing
RandomThis is not a book, it has no plot. The only purpose it serves is as a space that allows me to pick out my unfiltered, and wholly random, thoughts. Put said thoughts in order and release them in a flurry of words. So if you read it, expect, in short...
