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Why travel alone and why it’s great to stay in youth hostels

Some people may tell you that travelling alone is dangerous especially if you are a woman and that you shouldn’t but I am going to tell you the absolute opposite.

Travelling alone somewhere nearby and safe like Europe first if you come from Europe helps you to learn how to be safe and what not to do for when you go travelling far away; I learnt from being chatted up by guys in clubs and being mugged and having my cigarettes stolen in France how to keep safe.

So why travel alone? It gives you the opportunity to meet lots of new people and you aren’t constantly stuck with the same people and not meeting new people.

What’s more, if you speak languages and want to practice but most of your friends don’t you have the perfect opportunity to practice.

Why else? Well, you learn more about yourself and you get to experience interesting and fun experiences with people from all around the world.

But most importantly, you learn about new cultures; try new foods, see beautiful art and architecture and perhaps history if that is your thing.

Travelling broadens your mind and is also a very fun and exciting thing to do. So if you’re a thrill seeker pack up your bags, save some money up and go!

Why stay in youth hostels instead of hotels? The obvious answer is that they are cheaper but I’m going to argue most importantly that you get to meet people from all around the world and learn from their experiences and have fun with them.

So yeah, travelling alone is a life changing experience.

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A moment changes everything

It is so difficult to accept

That what was once etched in stone

Is now chalk washed out in rain.

Time to accept

That everything can change

In a moment.

You cry for months about the one you lost

Until you move on

And tattoo others into your ever changing skin.

 

It is so hard to accept

That what I thought was forever was a lie-

Forever dies

In a moment.

Sometimes goodbye is adieu

And there’s nothing you can do

But cry

Until you find someone new.

 

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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Please don’t tell me this is goodbye

Your best friend heart still stays
On my bracelet
Even though you no longer mean anything
To me.

You never gave me a best friend charm
And yet you mean so much to me.

They ignored me and I didn’t care.
You ignored me and I cried.

Please don’t tell me this is goodbye
Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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When the flame burnt out so fast

Intense, emotional our friendship was from start to end.
You said I have to break up and that was the end.
The end
To mutual understandings,
Sympathy,
Loyalty,
Love,
To phone calls about mood swings,
Bipolar advice.
The end to a friendship more important than many.
The end to a big part of my life,
The tearing of a piece of my heart.

But you were always volatile
And I clung onto a rock which was dragging me down-
You were unhealthy for me
And you would never accept me fully for who I am,
Accept my rebellion.
I could never be fully honest
For fear you would judge.
That isn’t friendship,
That’s a lie.

And so I leave a dramatic lie behind me.
There are others I can be myself around
Who won’t mother me
And who will accept me for me.
Intense relationships can be so thrilling
But they sometimes burn out very quickly.
You blew out our candle so quickly
But now I search for another candle to light up my darkness.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

 

Intense, codependent relationships can be very destructive. I recently ended another intense codependent friendship as I realised we were talking to each other too much and he was bitter, stuck in the past and too intense for me.

 

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I don’t let myself think of my devastating rainstorm anymore

Once I thought that there would be no end to my eternal pain, suffering anguish.

Torrential rain poured over my vulnerable body exposed without a raincoat.

But then after pouring out my troubles into art, poetry, therapy I took solace in literature and found joy.

After I had cried my tears of despair many times I stopped crying and the pain didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Now I keep myself occupied with a book, a language course, volunteering, time with a friend.

I don’t let myself think of my devastating rainstorm anymore.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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The blame almost killed me

After all of the blame
I wanted to watch ruby red blood rise from my wrists.

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016

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You may have ruined a moment but you didn’t ruin my life; I have hope

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