Out of Words

Fucking neurotypicals spouting “Just do it! You’re the only one holding yourself back. Willpower and hard work are the only answer!” Pretty sure no amount of willpower is going to cure my chronic illness, G.

This year I only want to be around the people that love me, not the people that pretend they do.

[Love] promises a way out of our suffering. We suffer from our isolation in our individual separateness. Love reiterates: “If only you possessed the beloved one, your soul sick with loneliness would be one with the soul of the beloved.” Partially at least this promise is a fraud.

“My heart is so tired.”

There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.