I feel bad for the people that don’t know how to be alone. I should know, I used to be one of those people.

Being alone takes a lot of self-love. It takes being able to enjoy a movie without someone by your side, it means being able to go out to dinner and not feel weird when people give you strange looks because there isn’t someone across from you.

Being truly alone and enjoying it is so freeing.

It makes you realize that you are more than enough and that you never need anyone to be happy.

I have not yet accomplished that true and complete feeling of self-love but I’m working on it.

I feel bad for the people who don’t realize that enjoying solitude is an important life lesson to learn.

The people who think that doing things with other people will always make it better as if doing things alone isn't good or cool enough.

There will be times when they won’t be able to make it to that movie you’ve been dying to see or they can’t spend 3-hours at the mall that day.

That is when you enjoy your own company because you’re cool af.

On a more real note, people won’t always be there for you when you are in what feels like a black hole either. Because people aren’t perfect and they sometimes let you down.

Sometimes you will be completely alone and feel like your world is ending and you will have no one to comfort you. So you have to put the pieces back together.

So I feel bad for the people who don’t realize that they are going to go through things that another person might not be able to help them through. And that is when self-love is most important.

I have always been the person who thinks that I need other people. When my mom had cancer and my love-life started to go awry I had no one to turn to because I didn’t want to burden my family. So I surrounded myself with people who weren’t the best for me because at least they were a warm body.

Don't be like me. Don't surround yourself with people who don't make you better just because you can't be on your own.

You will regret it. Trust me.

Stuff like this will happen to everyone and it pains me to see people who live in this la-la land where nothing bad is ever going to happen to them, and if it does that they will always have people to get them through it.

Moral of this story: learn how to love yourself and how to put the broken pieces of your life back together on your own.

If someone is there to help then appreciate them, but don’t expect people to always fulfill all of your hopes and wishes.

Do it for yourself first.