Submissions by quietconsideration

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    One text: a friendly hello?
          A cry for help?
        A plea for attention?
        A fear of being alone?
        Do they no longer care? Did something happen? Are they busy? Are they ignoring me?

   Is there no one out there who will listen to me?

   Good thing it doesn't matter if there is anyone out there. Who cares if no one will listen to me?
  Who cares if no one wants to hear me? If people deliberately cover their ears?
  If I shout and scream and scream and people turn away? If I need help and no one so...

Why do we seek places of comfort? People to belong with? Why is it so necessary to be a part of something?

Places, people, things--nouns, right?

Don't get me wrong, I love belonging to a family, a school, a group of friends. I love being comfortable.

We suddenly become dependent on (nouns). We seek comfort and can only feel safe with (nouns). We can only feel right belonging with (nouns).

Think of every(noun) in your life? Can you live without it?
It is scary to think of how much we need materialistic (nouns). They have become such a vital part of...

Shattered. Into a hundred pieces. A thousand...too many to count. Staring at the broken fragments. Like an impossible puzzle. Like each piece is from a different puzzle? None of the pieces match. Never to be put back together again. Doomed to forever be apart. To never be whole again. Shattered. Like glass. Staring. The fragments reflect my pain. Like a shatterred mirror. Seven years of bad luck? The least of my worries. Looking at the hopelessly shattered pieces. Realizing a broken mirror is just an excuse for the shattered luck I already have. So why worry? Why care? Why cry, regret, or...

Do you know who you are?
How you are defined? By others? By yourself? Are they the same?
Why is that we can never seem to be just one person? We are at least 2 different people, most are 3. Who we are with our friends. Who we are with our family. And who we are by ourselves.
So who are we really?
Are you really the person with a lot of others-or just a few of your closest friends? Is the real you the one your grandmother spoils, your father punishes, your siblings admire? Are you the one that sits alone in your room blasting music and contemplating what you've done with your...