I remember days when I used to get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets. It overwhelms me that I was once that person sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; thinking of everything I let go. But I slowly learned to breathe through it and keep walking. I learned to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I woke up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in November, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying: "I thought of you. I hope you’re well."
I guess what I'm trying to say is that no one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Watch some movies and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what movies he watched himself. But above all, learn. Learn to make things nice for yourself. Try at least. Always try.
