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treedecor · 1 year
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I feel so disconnected from everyone and everything. How am I supposed to be happy in a place I so clearly don't belong
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I try so hard and its never enough.
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life-spire · 6 months
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I feel like a chore to you, something you have to put effort into but really don't want to, an obligation
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nfsdiaryy · 2 months
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…and sadly I keep setting myself up for it.
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hogwartsfairylights · 9 months
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all i have ever wanted is to be loved without asking,
but maybe that is too much to ask. 
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dumblr · 2 years
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My darling, you will never be unloved by me.
You are too well tangled in my soul.
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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. . . but I see how little people care. Somehow my story doesn't interest them.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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janthewriter · 4 months
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I Am Tired
I am tired of feeling unloved.
I do not think anybody could ever love an unusual creature of perpetual habit like me. Only can they become intrigued with fascination of the unknown. Digging and prodding, only to yield no answers, fueling their anger until they move on to next best thing of existence, one that will gift them with the satisfaction they do hungrily desire.
I am tired of feeling this way.
My mind takes me to the dungeons of a Victorian castle in some frightful place unknown. Even the moonlight raises no hope against this stand of darkness within. I can never seem to escape the shackles. I must free myself. I must free my brain from it’s cranium. And then maybe I will finally be set free at last.
I am tired of the hollow emptiness.
It almost feels as if there is nobody else out here in this void of darkness. I call out, echoes of silence are my only answer in return. I turn mute. Only to match the peaceful, yet painful silence, that I am forever engulfed in.
I am tired of feeling trapped.
I wish I could free myself from this labyrinth, that I somehow found myself stumbling into. The birdcage in my chest that encloses a beautiful bluejay, feels punctured with every breath, being poked and prodded for amusement.
I am tired of breathing.
I breath, just for the oxygen to be sucked out of my lungs through the mouth of a lover, into the infinite space unknown. It is pointless, I shall take shallow breaths until my breathing diminishes altogether; this way it can never be stolen at the hands of a thief needy for more, again.
I am tired of seeing the good.
It becomes painfully hard to see the good, when I can only feel the bad. My eyes are the most diligent. They never fail at accomplishing to deceive me with enticements that are almost up for no refusal. I know better to believe the sweet lies that my eyes show me, telling me all is well. Almost nothing in this world is.
I am tired of fighting.
I am strong and indestructible, until I am not. I become so weak and fragile that with every step I take, my bones creak, revealing my hand of vulnerability. My armor has become too heavy, my arms to weak. Tears cascade down the calming silver onto the battle ground. Fighting has become pointless. It is not in my favor. But someone must win the battle. This war must end eventually.
I am tired of only being seen externally.
My body has nothing left to give. I have ripped every organ out with my bare hands, just to serve them on a silver platter to the greedy. I have given almost everything away, but no one has accepted my heart yet. Seek pity on me and just take what’s left of my heart and make it yours.
I am tired of this torturous day to day life.
A good day only seems to stare at me with wide eyes, extending it’s hand. I reach out in acceptance, thinking greatness is to be bestowed upon me, at last. I am deceived into receiving the small left over bread crumbs called inconvenience. I watch as the the latter is passed on to the next one in line awaiting the opportunity of delight.
I can’t do this much longer.
I am just really really tired.
~Jan
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Y’all just feel like everyone is being fake around you? Like just tolerating you?? Pretending to love you and care about you..?
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What's the point in talking anymore no one listens to me anyway 😕
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kalgalen · 1 year
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i need someone to come kiss my forehead oh so tenderly
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goodluckb4be · 8 months
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we, as a society don’t talk enough about killing eve
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monsterohnenamen · 4 months
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