I've tried explaining this but it's hard to explain. I'm living in my epilogue. My friends think I'm courageous for the way I stand up to and for people.
It's not courage, it's apathy with delusions of grandeur. I just don't care, my life's story is over.
Today I felt that even stronger. I'm ready for this to be over and am just waiting for the end.
I did something like this fifteen years ago. We forgave each other this year. It was nice to reminisce about the past in a good way. That's extremely rare for me.
by later operator
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“All love is unrequited.”
— Susan Ivanova
I feel like this person most the time. Alone, moving different than everyone else. I have perspective on everyone, but incapable of joining.
I just... Hate myself so much. It bleeds onto the things around me. Today was hard. Much harder than it needed to be. I'm not meant to be loved. The attention and affection i do get is not only alien, but feels like the universe teasing me. I know it won't go anywhere beside that fleeting moment. But fuck me. I want to die. Kill me. I'm never going to figure this out. I'm never going to be given a chance. I'm not built for me. What a sentence that is. Just let me die.
I stood up and defended a friend from a weird situation on the street the other day. The group was amazed. The trick is hoping to lose. The trick is wanting the end..
I'm in my epilogue and the universe won't let me even think of trying anything else. No new stories. No new connections. No nothing.
This is my place to vent my thoughts I can't share.
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