By Andaritian
When he says he feels the happiest these days, she can only smile. She doesn’t congratulate him, nor say she’s happy too. Because she envies him. She’s always wondering how it feels when someone’s genuinely happy. She can only dream about it. But when someone so close to her says they’re happy, she suddenly thinks she’s left behind. Everyone she knows has found happiness, why can’t she? Why does she always think she’s trapped in misery? Why can’t she move on? And in the end, she can only cry. Silently. Without, no one knows.
Andaritian writes because “it keeps her sane in the crazy world that seems to always want to drag her down.”
beautiful, sad piece. many people today have little understanding or compassion for others and have no interest in helping those in distress, dismissive until something tragic happens to them.
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Been there. It is hard to be happy for others when you cannot feel a bit of it in yourself.
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This is the most beautiful yet accurate piece I have read so far
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Reblogged this on ain't fairytale and commented:
What I write at the other platform.
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