​How To Be Friends With Someone Who Constantly Feels Lonely

How To Be Friends With Someone Who Constantly Feels Lonely

By: Angelo Caerlang – Writer
First, try to understand that their feelings are sensitive. They get affected so easily even if they don’t often times make it seem too obvious. They feel things deeply. They share their hearts to everyone when they’re happy, but they withdraw themselves from society when they’re sad.
Someone who constantly feels lonely isn’t trying to be emotional just to grab people’s attention. Being lonely isn’t something that they wish to have. They’d give their all if only they can run away from loneliness. But the problem is that they can’t, because loneliness becomes their creepy companion everywhere they go, whoever they’re with.
Loneliness is always just few feet away from them, waiting for the right time when it can enter their personal bubbles. It’s attached to them in an invisible thread that they can’t cut no matter how many times they try.
Being friends with someone who grew up welcoming solitude in their lives is like learning a new language – it’s difficult and strange in the beginning but sooner you’ll get used to it. You’ll realize that every one of us has experienced what it’s like to feel empty on the inside – some of us are just good at hiding it.
When you are friends with someone who has extreme emotions, you have to be always aware and careful of how you treat them. You have to be thoughtful of the words that you’re going to say to them, because they never forget everything that they hear. You have to include them in all your plans because making them feel like outsiders is one thing that you should be avoiding at all cost.
Never let the day end without comprising with them when you had disagreements with each other. Don’t take them for granted when they’re upbeat, when they become chatty, when they laugh a lot, because you don’t get to see them living every day with their souls full of energies. Avoid playing with their feeling and assuming that they will always stay with you.
When they’re having a bad day, give them the space and time that they need. Know that they have to breathe and be far away from everyone to figure out what’s best for them. They need to hear their thoughts well and dig in to their feelings, because that’s how they solve their issues efficiently.
Be happy for them when they come back into your life. Update them with everything that they missed out while they were healing on their own. Treat them the way you usually do before they completely shut off everyone around them. Show them that you totally get what they’re going through.
Because once you’ve proven to them that you actually care about their vulnerabilities, they will stick up with you forever. They will consider you as their most trusted ally and the one they will always be thankful for. They will support you when you’re the one who needs some help.
They will return the love that you’re giving to them. They will hear all your sentiments in life. They will believe in you even if everyone doesn’t.
Being friends with someone who’s too familiar with the feeling of loneliness will do their best to not let you experience what they are constantly battling. They will give light in your life when you’re lost. They will hang out with you when you’re heartbroken. They will watch movies with you when you can’t sleep at night.
People who constantly feel lonely just want to find home in someone’s heart. They want to be welcomed and be respected by what they think and what they feel. They want to know that someone can relate to them.
They want you to accept them. Make them feel less scared. Stop their thoughts from destroying them. And tell them that they can count on you.
Give them the freedom that they need sometimes. Fill their souls with your love. Inspire them to overcome their struggles
And lastly, let them know that beside you, they can always feel like they belong.

tingin

Tingin

By:Marion Russel Miron
Napakahirap talaga

Na hanggang tingin ka nalang talaga sa kanya,

Kasi sa takot nagpakulong ka

At nagpadala sa “baka tanggihan ka niya”

At mauwi lang sa wala ang inyong pagsasama

Pagsasama na sa tingin mo hanggang kaibigan lang talaga,
Napakahirap talaga na hanggang tingin ka lang sa kanya,

Kahit na nakikita mo siyang kasama ng iba,

Kahit na iba dahilan ng pagiging masaya nya,

Masaya siya hindi ng dahil sayo kundi dahil sa iba,

Tinitiis mo nalang ang sakit para sa kanya,

Kasi alam mo sa sarili mo na mahal mo siya,

Na makita mo lang siyang masaya ay masaya kana,

Kahit sa loob loob mo gusto mo ng umiyak kasi napakasakit na,
Ayos nalang para sayo ang mga nangyayari,

Tinitingnan siya na masaya sa ibang lalaki,

Habang ikaw kaibigan parin katulad ng dati,
Hanggang tingin ka nalang ba ??

Habang masaya siya sa iba ??

Hanggang kailan no itatago ang iyong nadarama ??

Kung kailan ang lahat ay huli na ??

Kung dumating na yung araw na sila na ?
Matutong umamin ng nadarama

Ng sa huli wala kang pagsisihan pa

At maiwasan ang mga salitang “Sana”

Na SANA umamin ka,

SANA pwde pang ibalik yung nakaraan na sa buhay ng tao ay napakaimpossible ng mangyari pa,

Para SANA nalaman mo ng mas maaga na parehas pala kayo ng nadarama,

Edi SANA IKAW ang nauna at hindi SIYA.

tuktok sa tagalog

“TULDOK SA TAGALOG”

Ni: Pusang Makata 
Ayoko sanang tanggapin ka

Pero wala naman akong magagawa

Kundi yakapin ka ng kusa.

Di ako galit,

Di ako nagrereklamo,

At mas lalong di kita gusto. 
Nag-iiba lang talaga ako sa piling mo,

Nagiging si Hulk ‘pag nainis ako

Nagiging Witch ‘pag napikon mo

At nagkakaroon ng World War 3 ‘pag nagagalit ako. 
Hindi ko lang kasi talaga kaya,

Ang sakit na dala-dala.

Pawis na malamig sa tuwina

Nauubusan ng hininga ‘pag andyan ka

Animo’y, tibok ng puso’y biglang kaba

Na baka, sa isang iglap lang ay matumba. 
Wag mo na akong saktan pa, pwede ba? 

MAS MASAKIT PA ‘TO, KESA NUNG IWAN NIYA

Kahit anong libot ko kasi sa kama

Andyan ka pa rin talaga. 
Wala kasing gamot sayo, leche ka 

Bakit ang bad bad mo sa’min

Sana magbago ka na.
Lagi pa kasi talaga tayong nagkikita

Akalain mong buwan-buwan, dumadalaw ka.

Tapos ang tagal mo pang mawala

Oh diba, sa’ming mga girls yun ay parusa? 
Pero dahil mahal kita 

Kahit gaano man kahirap 

Kahit gaano man kapagod 

Kahit gaano man kasakit
Pagdating mo pa di’y ako’y sabik 

Dahil mas mabuti nang ika’y bumalik

KAYSA NAMAN AKO’Y MABUNTIS.
*”BUWANANG DALAW”

being his someone special

A man who loves you deeply will make you his life. He’ll never hurt you or disrespect you but will always make you his top most priority. He never lies to you, in fact, he tells you every bitter truth about his life because he knows you love and understand him and is never afraid of being judged. He‘ll let you into places within his heart that he’s never shown to anyone before…because when a man truly deeply and madly loves someone, he gives himself completely without any fear or reservations…He opens up his heart and his life for the one person he’s been looking for, for as long as he can remember. He will open up every secret door to his heart that he has kept close his whole life because he knows that with you his heart will be taken care of…he knows with you..he never has to be someone else he is not…..he knows within you, he has found his better half, his soulmate..his own shadow..

manliligaw

“AKO ANG MANLILIGAW MO”

Ni: Joshua Deleon Dupitas
Bago ko simulan ito,

Nais ko munang magpakilala sayo.

Hindi mayaman, walang kotse, hindi gwapo,

Ako ang manliligaw mo.
Humarap tayo sa katotohanan.

Hindi ko kayang hulihin ang buwan,

Di kayang tawirin ang mga kabundukan,

Pero sayo lang ang pag-ibig kong sukdulan. 
Ako’y walang pera

Sungkitin ang mga bituwi’y di kaya

Di maibibigay ang buhay na masagana,

Pero handa kitang samahan sa hirap at ginhawa.
Hindi laging bago ang sapatos,

Suot ma’y laos,

Sa salapi man ay kapos

Pagmamahal ko naman sayo ay lubos.
Hindi banal,

May katamaran sa pagaaral,

Wallet ay hindi makapal

Ngunit saki’y di ka masasakal.
Hindi masyadong mabait,

Ubod ng kulit,

Sa pangaasar ay malupit

Pero ikaw lang ang iibigin ng paulit-ulit.
Bahay ay hindi maganda,

Ulam lagi ay sardinas na de-lata,

Sa banig lang nakahiga

Pero kaya parin kitang ituring na prinsesa.
Sana’y mahalin mo,

Matanggap mo sana ako,

Maging tayo man ay malabo,

Makamtan sana ang matamis mong “OO”
Magpapakilala ulit ako. 

AKO ANG MANLILIGAW MO.

our purpose in life

Our purpose in life is not to always be happy. We can search for happiness our entire life, but we will never find it because happiness comes from within us. Happiness is a choice that we make for ourselves in life. No one else can make us happy; they can only try to. Happiness generally comes from an unselfish and giving Heart. Doing things to help those around you gives you a warm feeling inside. You’re happy when you can bring joy into someone else’s life. But we need to “feel” all feelings. We need to feel compassion for others. To do that, we must experience sadness and pain ourselves. It’s during those times we learn about compassion and empathy, and that is what we want and need from those we Love to get through those difficult times in our life……

don’t use i love u

Please don’t use ‘I love you’ as a filler when you’ve got nothing to say. Don’t use it as an alternative for ‘sorry’. Don’t use it when you’re feeling bad or mad. Don’t use it to escape an argument. Don’t say it out of pity. Don’t use it against someone. Instead, please use it wisely. Calm yourself then think once, twice, or maybe even a hundred times before using it. Question yourself before uttering it. Make sure you know it’s what you feel before saying it. Say it only to the right person. Say it because you mean it. Say it because not saying it makes you anxious. Say it because there’s no other word nor phrase that compares to how you feel. Say it because that person earned your trust to hear it and last; Say this to yourself. You deserve it.

​The Reason I’m Going To Break Up With You

It begins the moment you open up to me. Sort of. It’s a build-up to that moment, all that friendly banter between us, that realization that we’re so alike in our humor, in our thoughts, in our philosophies. We keep up this back-and-forth, updating each other with the mundane details of our day-to-day lives and conversing like we’ve known each other all our lives. But for me, the moment I can pinpoint is the one where you suddenly bare your soul to me, where you tell me about the demons that have been haunting you, your torn family life, the fact that your little sister’s pregnant and getting an abortion and you’ve spent the last few hours after hearing the news crying by yourself.
This is where I begin to care.
I begin to fall in love with you because you’re flawed, and I find beauty in this realness, reassurance in the notion that you, like me, are markedly human. I begin to fall in love because you’ve just revealed to me the most intimate, dark details of yourself, tucked away behind that charming smile and the witty comebacks, a side of you you’ve shown very few people—if any at all—besides me. I begin to fall in love because I want to hold you in my arms. I want to protect you. I want to be a safe haven for you, a light in the darkness that tells you, everything’s going to be okay. I’m here. I begin to fall in love because I think you need me. I begin to fall in love because love is what you’re missing right now, and I have so, so much love to give.
And you know this. You know, and maybe there’s a moment, even fleeting, where you genuinely want this concern from me. You pull me closer and bury your head in my chest and you thank me for being there. What would you do without me? But, without my knowing, this changes. And one day, we’re not on the same page anymore. And I’m still in love with you but you, you don’t seem to be in love with me. You crave the warmth of skin against yours, the touch of fingertips grazing your back, the pressing of soft lips on your own. But you don’t necessarily want me. 
You grow cold. You pull away. I convince myself that it’s a result of the sadness, a result of all your problems. Of course you love me; I’ve been there for you. You just don’t know how to react right now. You need time. You need space. That’s okay. I understand. I’ll wait patiently for you, arms open, right where you left me. I’ll take care of you when you return. I still love you, okay? I still do.
Then you come back. But you’re still distant. I try to pick up with the witty banter we used to have, but you don’t answer. I try to comfort you in my arms but you wrench away. I let you go again, with the promise that I’ll still wait. I wonder if I’m being selfish somehow, if there’s something about you I’m failing to consider. I don’t understand what’s going on.
Time goes on. It seems like everything’s normal now, but there’s something… off. You’re barely there anymore. I ask if you want to talk about it but you tell me you’d rather fuck me. That’s what you need right now. My body will do. And I consent. Anything to make you happy. It used to be my words that soothed you, my embrace, but now you want neither. That’s okay. This isn’t exactly what I wanted, but I’ll take it. You can fuck me. And you do. But there’s something hollow about it. You’re not the same. The love between us is gone. Even the friendship, it seems, has ended. I still care about you, I still want to be the one that’s there for you, but you… you seem to want the opposite. You want me silent, far away, unless we’re naked in your bed together. That’s the only way you’ll take me.
You start to fall in love with someone else and you tell me so. And it’s a stab to the chest. Do you want me to leave? I ask. You say no. You’re not sure yet. You want me to stay for the time being, even though you’ve made it clear that we’re done. I feel used. I wonder if you ever did love me. I wonder if you took advantage of me. You knew that I loved you. Did you exploit that for a free serotonin boost? Did that make you feel better at least? Because if it didn’t, well fuck, wasn’t that a waste on both ends? I spiral out of control. Now I’m the one clinging on to you, wondering what I did wrong, feeling like I want to die because my hurt, my anger, my confusion is too overwhelming to handle. I loved you, I loved you. How was that not enough for you?
They say love is being selfless but I start to wonder if I went in too hard. If I ended up forsaking my own well-being for yours instead. You seem better now. Happy, even. I guess I ended up fixing you after all, but what happened to me? I’m the one in shambles now, and despite my quiet pleas, it seems you don’t want to save me from sinking.
I realize that this is who I am. This is what I do. I care too much. I love, and I love hard. All I want to do is make you better, but I’m starting to wonder if killing myself in the process is worth it. If you’re worth it.
This is who I am. But this doesn’t have to happen anymore.
You call me and you ask me to come over. You miss me. You miss my warmth in your bed. You say I’m the one you want in this moment. Please, I can’t leave you hanging.
No. I have to say no. It’s hard, but I can’t keep doing this anymore. I know you don’t love me. I know you’re not going to love me again. I have to let go. And I’m going to miss you. And I’m sorry. And I love you. I still love you. But this has to end.
This has to end.

last word i ever said to her

The Last Words I Ever Said To Her‬

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‪I’m sending you this letter because it’s the only way I can tell you everything I want to in a reasonable and coherent way. Trying to express everything in here all at once and through words is impossible and I want to make sure I make myself very clear and understandable.‬
‪I’ve been a complete ass with you since we broke up and I want you to know I acknowledge it and I am deeply sorry for that. Harassing you with mostly stupid messages to get your attention and because I was trying to find reasons to hate you so this could be easier for me, but this is impossible as I could never hate you and all I feel for you is love. You’ve called me selfish before and I have been selfish, I wasn’t thinking about what you might be going through and all I cared about was making my bad feelings go away. That was all me being in a serious debate between my heart and my brain, where my brain understands and wants to move on, but my heart only says Patricia and trumps every other thought inside me.‬
‪I am not trying to justify my attitude at all, I was an ass and like I said, I am sorry and the purpose of this letter is to thank you.‬
‪When we broke up we said so many nice things. Things we did and things we imagined and that may now not be possible, but very nice and beautiful things that even if they don’t come to fruition, they are wonderful and beautiful thoughts that no one else has brought out of me before. The things I didn’t get to say to you were the things I am thankful for. The things you did for me and with me that I will remember all my life and will bring forth a smile in me every time I think back to our time together.‬
‪Thank you for all the wonderful moments we spent together. Thank you for spending Valentine’s Day with me. Thank you for being the girl to give me my first real kiss. Every time I eat something salty it reminds me of that kiss, that wonderful experience I hadn’t had before and that I will cherish all my life. Thank you for sharing with me in your vulnerable moments. Thank you for letting my ears be the ones to listen to you when you needed to express yourself and needed an outlet. Thank you for holding my hand so many times. Thank you for every single nice thing you said and did with me. Thank you for sharing your amazing lips with mine. Thank you for being who you are: the smartest, kindest and most beautiful girl I know.‬
‪When we went to see Rango and you held my hand close to your chest, I can honestly tell you I was the happiest man on earth being in that moment with you; where I could feel your heart beat, your lungs breathe in and out and your hand holding mine. If I  had to choose the single happiest moment in my life, there is no doubt in my mind I would pick that instance every time.‬
‪All of this and many other things that pop into my head every minute of every day since I met you are real and I mean them with all my heart. I’m not writing this to convince you to take me back, I just want to try to let you know (even though words will never be enough) how much you mean to me, how much all we did meant to me and that you will always be in my heart and in my thoughts for everything good that we shared and everything you helped me grow in, and how you managed to get the best out of me. You made me feel like I’m actually worth something and I can never thank you enough for that.‬
‪I wish things could be different and my heart tells me they could be, but that is not up to me. I just sincerely hope, that once you have gotten past whatever it is that happened to you, and you really meant all the things you said the day you broke up with me, is that if I ever cross your mind again, please don’t hesitate for one second to look for me no matter where you are.‬
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what is love…

Love is not always beautiful. sometimes love has thorns, rough edges, and sharp sides. sometimes love has flaws and imperfections. what makes love beautiful is the decision to choose love despite how imperfect it is. the decision to choose love through adversity. a love that never gives up, is always the best kind of love, and a lover that chooses love, is always the best kind of lover.