Here’s the truth: being alone sucks 😒💔—but it’s not what people make it out to be. What’s truly terrifying is spending your whole life pleasing others 🤝, blending in 🫥, quietly dying inside every time you smile when you don’t mean it 😬, or swallow the words stuck in your throat. 🤐
You can be in a room full of people 👥👥👥 and feel unbelievably lonely. 😶🌫️ You can have everyone around you and still feel heartbroken because your spirit is gone. 💔👻 That, my friends, is the kind of “alone” that will destroy you. ☠️
As long as I have myself, I’ll be just fine. 🙏💪 I’d rather sit with my own thoughts, feel every bruise life leaves on me 🥀, and stare down every demon I face 👀👹 than spend one more second living a life that isn’t mine.
I’d rather be misunderstood than be invisible. 🙃👻 I’d rather hurt a thousand people’s feelings than betray my own one more time. 💯🛡️
If you’ve ever felt out of place—too much, too colorful, too weird, too everything you had to squash down just to make it through—then fuck that. 💥🦄 This life is yours. It always has been, and it always will be. 🔑🌈
Your story. 📖 Your scars. 🩹 Your wild hopes and dreams. 🌠 Your weirdness. 🌀 Your beautiful, glorious mess. 🎨🦋 That’s what makes you, you. Own it. 👑 Because the only thing worse than being “alone” is never being yourself at all. 🌟🖤