1000000000000000% ignored.
I like being alone.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with his or her best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
This is so horrible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don’t tell me you like me, spend all Saturday night kissing and cuddling me, then ignore me forever.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
