Monday, 3 March 2014
09:12:43 PM (GMT)
I was in a bad place when I made this account, the ad I posted speaks volumes of how
bad I was doing. I needed someone to listen, someone who won't make assumptions. I
found this site and when it said anonymous pen pals I jumped at it, because I've
wanted an anonymous pen pal for ages, especially since I read my favourite book.
Sometimes I think about the world and everyone living here and their worlds. It's
such a twisted job. Everyone is broken and scarred and everyone's world is full of
imperfections and sad realities. Each person's world has so many different worlds
existing together through all the people they know. It makes earth seem so much
bigger, if you were to think about it. There are so many different stories and
challenges, I start feeling empty and unimportant. What is the whole point of it all?
I stand alongside 7 billion other people and it's so easy to forget that. I wonder if
that's with everyone else too, is their own world so involving that they forget the
existence of 7 billion other people? How much do we matter anyway? Looking at the
bigger picture, our lives, our problems and our stories hardly matter because someone
on the other side of the globe doesn't know you're alive, and you think about
everything that you're going through and it feels like so much. And then you think so
many people are going through it with you, it feels so weird.
I don't know what I'm talking about, I'm a bit cuckoo in the head. I hope I find what
I'm looking for here.