It’s sickening really, how desperate I am for love. How needy I am to feel that feeling… That feeling which is impossible to know if you have never felt. That feeling is like a drug. A sick type of addiction. It beats you, twist you, kills you even. But you allow yourself to feel it again, and again just for the occasional high.
WHY I HATE, HATEEEE THIS QUOTE!!!
If only everyone had the money to travel…sometimes there are other factors preventing those from turning the page. One may still experience a full, meaningful life from the connivence of their own home. Thus, to insinuate that one who has never traveled has lived less of a life than someone who is well traveled is flat out selfish.
Speak to your loneliness.