I’ve lost so much of my fervor for life in such a short amount of time, and I was already grasping at straws for hope.
I find myself feeling so devastatingly numb and defeated, and if I don’t feel anything, I feel everything that’s wrong with me. Something happened these past few weeks, something set off something inside of me, but I have no idea what could have caused this.
I still love those around me, I will to the grave, however I am so exhausted. I’m trying so hard, and I’ve completely given up at the same time.
I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know
What I’d give to feel anything but this
I’m waiting for a savior that will never come
I wish Jesus was real so badly
I live for passion bro
Genuinely I love the art of passion with my whole heart. To love, or be so devoted to something that is makes your whole body light up with the spur of the soul, is so intimate and so, so beautiful.
For a long time I thought passion lied in romantic relationships, but as I grow older I realize that it is so much bigger than that. Romance is not even in the forefront of my passion. However, I do love passionately. I love my friends, I love my family, I love the arts, and I love them so, so intensely. My drive for life is simply my passion for connection, and learning more about myself and the world around me.
I love everything I think. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to be able to do so.
Wish I could be committed to literally anything
this dude. i feel the emptiness of my friend’s absence after every hangout and it cripples me. or something
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
i wish i found what i was looking for that day.
thinking a lot about how nostalgia is a lying cunt
Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me
i gotta end my shit for real
This ended up on Pinterest what the eff
you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try you can’t outrun grief no matter how hard you try
Everyone is rightfully tired of my shit I wish I could curl up into a little ball and shrink until I disappear
i am being too much and i am scared and i have never wanted to pull away more in my life. i know it’s just self sabotage but i’m so so scared