It’s not like I wasn’t pretty dangerously low to begin with.
Afraid of the future. I’m worried I’ll never be happy.
I won’t find the meaning.
It’s dragging and immense guilt.
Waiting for a moment that makes me feel freed.
Disappointing. Reject. Genuinely have an amount of zero.
I could be surrounded by a million species that are human and feel the lonely ache and reverberating inside of my chest. Locking. Isolation and simultaneously craving affection back when it was all lust and a smile. Don’t tell anyone about that past life, it’s not becoming of me anymore.
I love death. I hate living.
I will introduce myself with hollow enthusiasm and smile like happiness.
I’ve been doing it my entire life.
Now are you glad to know someone like me?
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