‌‌ ‌Quietude

‌ ‌There are two types of people: the ones who want to know, and the ones who want to believe.

‌‌ ‌Some people will turn your simple 'you fucked up' into a whole goddamn tragedy where they're the poor little victim and you're the fucking monster.

‌ ‌‌The worst kind of people are the ones who twist everything to look innocent the second you mention their mistakes. Fuck, dude, can't you ever just own your shit?

‌ ‌It's exhausting as hell that everyone keeps throwing my name around for every little thing. Just let me breathe, I'm not the person you're looking for.

‌ ‌I'm not a silent type. I just don't enjoy talking to certain people.

‌ ‌I prefer silence over wasting words on people who are eventually going to leave.

‌ ‌Music is what feelings sound like when they finally find a way out.

‌ ‌‌I genuinely think music is one of the greatest inventions of humankind, it's the one thing that can hold every emotion we don't know how to say out loud.

‌ ‌When you know they're the fucking worst, but they keep running their mouth with bullshit, and you're just supposed to shut up and take it:

‌ ‌I wish I could just shut some people the fuck up.

‌ ‌It's fucking ridiculous that I keep killing myself just to keep people happy.

‌ ‌‌Always me holding on, them not giving a single fuck if I disappear. I'm over it.

‌ ‌I hope those who are meant to walk away, do so willingly, without me having to let them go.

‌ ‌ And in the end, as time passes, we come to understand that when we pull away from so many things and so many people, we discover that real peace lives in that very distance, in the silence of separation, in the emptiness where no one exists to wound us or rob us of our serenity.

‌ ‌I hate how being good to people doesn't stop so many of them from trampling over everything I've ever done for them.

‌ ‌No one really knows the kind of joy I feel when I'm the one making my friends laugh.

‌ ‌The grief of never meeting someone who shares my soul, who is like me, remains deep inside me.