There isn’t a feeling that consumes us so slowly, so thoroughly and unconditionally as longing.
I long for you. Every day. And as I lay sleeping, thoughts of you rush trough my being like water. And I’m thirstier than ever.
(a koliko cesto TI pomislis na MENE?)
Marilyn Monroe
In the end, I’m always left alone.
I try to follow a (smarter) friend’s advice :
“you know who always helped me when I was down? who soothed me, who encouraged me to go on? myself. and you should do that too.”
I realised that all those years I’ve been looking for a saviour, for Wizard of Oz.
And that most of my despair came out of the fact that there wasn’t one. That I was hopelessly alone.
You know what? Asking for help is pitiful. You won’t get anything, but cracked self-esteem.
I try helping others instead.
