alone. painful, slow death of happiness. empty. desperate for love in any form. loss of comfort. ripping and crawling out of my own skin. you don’t understand… need relief
mean :/
:(
waiting for something that’ll never exist. loving a person who can’t reciprocate effort. a head full of empty promises and lies. when will it end. wanted you to show up at my door. wrap yourself around me. show me you care, instead of just saying it. that won’t happen though... someone please mend my incredibly broken heart.
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everything good comes to an end. everything good comes to an end. everything good comes to an end. why should i put heart into anything, if it’s just going to eventually break me. it’ll be over. i’ll be left more empty and decrepit than when it all started. someone will die. someone will leave. things will be gone. the only thing left, will be an abyss of pain.
your thoughts kill you, don’t they?
anxiety over nothing. not logical, just there, abusively pushing me to run.
4:20
seems there is no space for life in my body, just an empty abyss.
Don’t do drugs. Lol.
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disconnect
it’s like looking at the world through a microscope
it’s like your body is a prison because it doesn’t feel like it’s your own
it’s like not being able to tell what it’s like to be awake because you’re trapped in a nightmare
it’s like someone else is speaking for you when you talk
it’s like looking down at your hands and they feel like someone else’s hands
it’s like being alienated from everything around you, even yourself
it’s like the relationships you have aren’t real because you can’t connect to the other person
it’s like touch is diluted because you can only feel it physically
it’s like when someone else speaks to you, they aren’t really speaking to you
it’s like you know logically that the world around you is real but you just can’t fucking feel it
it’s like i’m not really here at all and everything is a delusion
i wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy
people only care when it’s convenient
23 emotions people feel but can't explain
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening.
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.



