When do you know, when enough is enough?
Relationships generate a lot of bullshit. Happiness, anger, joy, regret. All those feelings that contradict each other - it’s really frustrating. People are fucked up. People also fuck up. Yet, their partners suffer the consequences that come with mistakes; they believe it’s worth the trouble. That makes sense, considering the alternative is being alone. I think many can agree that there are things worse than death. For me, being alone is scarier than dying. Maybe that’s why dropping people and friendships is so difficult. You’re forcing yourself into loneliness - into solitude.
So I guess my question is: how do you know when being alone is better for you, when being alone is the worst feeling of all?