August 11th, 2026 at 4:51am
God help me, my bed feels too big and empty
I’m not unused to sleeping alone, but when I know it’s going to continue in perpetuity, it feels fucking soul sucking. Doesn’t help that I catch a chill so easy these days and my chronic pain makes me want someone to rub my lower back as I rest
Why did God make me to feel like the joy of life is gone when I don’t have someone to be in love with? I just genuinely thrive when I have someone to devote myself to like that. When I don’t have a boy to love on and care for, my life genuinely feels empty, like someone removed a puzzle piece and it won’t be whole again until it’s put back. I have no idea why I need this kind of connection so desperately, but it’s been like this for me ever since I was a child
