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Someone. Just One.

Appleooooo

Appleooooo

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There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
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Everyone is busy with their own lives, and at the end of the day, no one truly stays or belongs to anyone else.
Awesome Intelligence™​
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
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:clapping::clapping::clapping:
Excellent❤✨
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
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Your words hold quiet honesty both freedom and loneliness walking side by side.
Even when nothing is said, the feeling is real and valid.
Sometimes being seen begins with honoring what you already carry within.:cool:
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
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Yes… freedom and loneliness often walk the same path. Writing this was simply a way of acknowledging that truth without trying to fix it.

Some feelings just need to be witnessed.​
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
Click to expand...
They ask what’s wrong, then leave before the answer
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
Click to expand...
Wow
:clapping::clapping:
 
Sometimes when the heart is too heavy ❤️ overflowing with full of emotions and sadness it can't hold any longer sometimes we cry and sometimes we won't.
Yeah like everyone are busy in their own either fighting for their Life or not have the valuable time to spend not everyone listens some will say ha ha ok fine like that and only very very few what happened why didn't u come yesterday and why are u sad that kind of people are the one who deeply understand ♥️.But not everyone can stay forever in ur life will also leave the world at a certain stage.Enjoy the moment and don't let loneliness creep in it will eat with in ourselves.Then we can't get out of that black hole ️.
So Love the people who spend the time with u and when we are alone spend time with the things u love ❤️
If they want to stay they will stay and if they love they will show so someone will be there and we have to find them who saves us from that emptiness.
So go with the flow☄️
 
Dom55 said:
Your words hold quiet honesty both freedom and loneliness walking side by side.
Even when nothing is said, the feeling is real and valid.
Sometimes being seen begins with honoring what you already carry within.:cool:
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Thank you for understanding it so gently. Sometimes just being seen like this feels enough.
 
This feels painfully real. Freedom in being alone… until it slowly turns into loneliness. Your words hit deep.Sending warmth♥️
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
Click to expand...
 
Punisher78asSuperman said:
Sometimes when the heart is too heavy ❤️ overflowing with full of emotions and sadness it can't hold any longer sometimes we cry and sometimes we won't.
Yeah like everyone are busy in their own either fighting for their Life or not have the valuable time to spend not everyone listens some will say ha ha ok fine like that and only very very few what happened why didn't u come yesterday and why are u sad that kind of people are the one who deeply understand ♥️.But not everyone can stay forever in ur life will also leave the world at a certain stage.Enjoy the moment and don't let loneliness creep in it will eat with in ourselves.Then we can't get out of that black hole ️.
So Love the people who spend the time with u and when we are alone spend time with the things u love ❤️
If they want to stay they will stay and if they love they will show so someone will be there and we have to find them who saves us from that emptiness.
So go with the flow☄️
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I agree. Not everyone understands, but the few who do leave a quiet mark. Until then, we learn to keep ourselves company.
 
Appleooooo said:
There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
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Appleooooo said:
but no one stays.
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Appleooooo said:
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
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That's the point..u reached the solitude enjoying ur own company gives u ️ ️ peace.
 
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