When we’re happy, things like hope, love, optimism and even faith seem to be very beautiful things. But during moments of despair, loneliness, misery, all these appear to be nothing but empty words. It’s just so damn hard to try being happy when you’re slowly being torn apart. What hurts even more is that the people who are supposed to be there for you, to lift you up, to save you are the very same people who pull you down further. And in this battle, you are alone, helpless and abandoned. Better days will come, I’m sure. But today, I’ll allow myself to cry, to be bitter, to hate. Of course, we can never expel loving, caring, hoping and believing. But today, I take a break from trying to be strong. I’ll let myself savor all the sorrow and resentment. There’s a time for joy, but today isn’t that day.
Originally published on September 15, 2012, 10:09 A.M. via Tumblr