Kehilangan.

Being lonely is frustrating. It’s one of those things you can’t talk about because you don’t want to seem fragile. Nobody wants to look desperate so we start believing in these idealistic half-truths about how we’re all better off without that extra hand to hold.

Suddenly time is your best friend and every single night there’s this ringing silence that you can’t get rid of.

What’s wrong with wanting a sense of fulfillment you know you can’t get anywhere else? Why can’t I just say that I want to feel loved?