What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.
And people who call themselves nice aren't truly nice, they just act like it for self satisfaction. Ugh it just annoys me when people act so oblivious when clearly they are bragging or asking to get attention. To me the nicest and prettiest people are those who don't self proclaim it and don't seek confirmation from other people. Those things show through on their own.
This spoke to me, louder than anything with the same information in a different format. I thank my lucky stars I have the good fortune to be able to read; buy a coffee because I feel like it, maybe even a muffin; to wake up with a roof over my head and a full stomach; to not feel hunger, pain or poverty. It scares me to think about the billions of people who are less fortunate than I,