What else am I supposed to think about? To fall asleep, it’s basically required for me to think negatively to sleep. Otherwise, I won’t be able to. I’d be up all night doing the same, except much worse because i’ll be able to do something for the worse and not stop myself.
The Lovers of Valdaro.
Believed to be no older than twenty years of age when death occurred.
Over 5,000 years old.
Locked in an eternal embrace.
Tragically, their story is unknown.
Ironically, they were found in the city of Mantua. In Italy.
The city Shakespeare chose to set the story of Romeo & Juliet.
Getting to know someone on a much deeper level than most people makes me so much more attracted to them. When you look at someone, you would never guess what they might have been through. Learning about someone’s past, their faults, and what makes them who they are today is something that would make me that much more connected and attracted to someone.
But as for myself, I don’t know if I could open up to someone else like that.
I hate being the third person, awkwardly standing on the side. I hate being invited to something but being totally ignored. I hate it when all of my friends go somewhere and not tell me. I hate not understanding an inside joke. Being left out is terrible. It leaves you lonely and empty.
WOW THIS IS ME EVERY SUNDAY.