Do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time when you aren’t around to witness it.
Not even in a specifically positive or negative way just like people mention you, or think of you, you occur to people sometimes.
That’s the most unnerving thing that I can think of, that’s so weird, that I exist to people when I’m not even interacting with them.
This is what I like to call, “why third person fiction is better than first person real life”.
Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.