- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via electric-wish)
We’re all walking around with these glossy eyes. We always say, “I’m just tired.” But you know what? It’s bullshit. Yes, we are tired, but it’s not from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up to nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing. We’re tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. We’re tired of the loneliness that presses down on us, even though we’re surrounded by dozens of people. So why can’t we just say it? We are so afraid to look into each other’s eyes and say, “No, I’m not okay, I’m unhappy, I’m broken, hopeless and fallible.” We’ve been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if these feeling are contagious. As if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. Honestly? Screw all of that. Screw all the forced smiles, the lies “I’m fine”, screw the damn pitch voice you get when holding back all the tears. We are human beings for crying out loud, without these feeling, without these emotions we wouldn’t be the enviable. We are not metal- we’re flesh and bone. Our boiled blood courses through our cold-clammy hands. We are all intricate and beautiful. Never ever hide these things. Without them you may as well not even be human.