I
constantly wonder how
my
life looks like
in
people's eyes.
Do they think I have it easy?
Do they think I have nothing going for myself?
Or are they fascinated with who I am?
The thing is no one will ever know my whole story.
No one will ever know the things I’ve had to
overcome.
Not even my closest friends,
not even my own family.
People are so quick to judge nowadays.
You only see a person from
what they want and allow you to see.
I always try to look as put together as i can,
and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth.
It’s just that way that everyone will assume that
every thing in my life is okay.
That I never go through anything.
If only everyone knew how broken I am,
and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last
strand
that's recently become very delicate.
The truth is no one really knows me.
No one will ever know me,
and sometimes that really scares
me.
You know what I think
we
are most afraid of?
Not knowing.
Not knowing whether it’s all really worth
it.
Not knowing if
you should give up or keep fighting.
Not knowing why
you do things you do.
Not knowing the
purpose.
It’s like when
you’re little
and you touch the stove and get burned,
because you didn’t really know that it was
hot.
Not knowing has always hurt
us,
from the very
beginning.
One of the best feelings
is knowing that you’re wanted.
Knowing that someone wants to talk to you,
wants to know how you’re doing,
or wants to see you.
Whether they pick up the phone to send you a quick text
or stop by your house to catch up,
someone or something reminded them of you specifically.
It just feels really nice to know that
you’ve been on someone’s mind
and that they care enough
to let you know
that.