This is for you who thinks you’re not worth it — but you are. Here’s to all of your blank nights, blank days and blank souls. Cheers! Let’s drink to all your sadness. All your lonely days, and your lonely nights. Let’s drink to all your misery; let’s drink to all our misery — all at once, all at the same time. Every time you think you’re alone, you’re not. I’m here with you, we’re here with you. Embrace the sadness, embrace the dark. There’s no light, there’s no happy ending. It’s just you and me; it’s just you and the rest of the world. Everybody is sad, there’s always something missing. Happiness is just around the corner, but you keep reminding me of what sadness feels like.
One, two, three different versions of me. They were all beautiful and they are all gone, done. The dead among the living, the dreams turned into shadows.
I miss being myself around you. I miss the jokes, the laughs. I miss the free version of me. I miss not having to control myself, and I miss listening to your words like music. One. You broke my heart.
I miss the butterflies in my stomach, I miss how you made me feel alive. In the Valley of Broken Minds you were my favourite creature, the only one who could show me light. “I wish you were here.” Two. There’s only darkness again.
I miss the hope, the possibilities. A new beginning that was dead from the start. Truth is, I never even wanted to want; I just wanted to be wanted. Three. I am alone and that’s just fine.
One, two, three versions of me walking around.
One, two, three versions of me dying a little as the days go by.
We are all connected. Before the advent of the internet, this phrase would sound like something cosmic. Now, it’s an accurate statement. We are all connected, indeed – on Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Blogs, etc. We are everywhere. Nothing passes unnoticed. Social media has tremendous importance in our lives nowadays; such importance that we measure how people like us by the amount of “likes” we receive every time we post something new. Most importantly, we realize how much we like someone when all we care about is if this person liked what we posted (or not). The new “butterfly in the stomach” is checking the notifications. The new idea of rejection is the “seen” message with no answer. Our generation doesn’t expect love letters; it expects pokes, likes, comments and emoticons. If someone writes something without a smiley face in the end, it’s because they’re mad. Now tell me how your heart beats faster when he or she is online. That agony to see his or her picture with a green online status beside it. The voice in your head telling you to send a message, saying no matter what, and seconds later discouraging you to do so. That’s the new drama of our relationships, the new nature of our feelings. That’s how deep we are into social media.