Lonesome

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

i just wanna do nothinggggg 😭😭😭😭😭 which is like what im already doing but i wanna do it in a way that doesnt actively ruin my life 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

yall ever just yearn? ever get filled with the most profound sense of longing for something you cant understand? yall ever crave? ever have an unexplainable ache?

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

[image description: text that reads, “I don’t have any poetry these days. Language is too slack; I lose hold of it. I am either gripping my fingers too tightly or too loosely; I can either hold everything in my hand or nothing at all; the universe is either gathered or it is terrifyingly dispersed.” The line “I can either hold everything in my hand or nothing at all” has been highlighted. /end id]

actually im doing really well except for the fact that everything makes me sad and the things that dont make me sad make me angry. but other than that im fine

i think that i deal with a lot of [remembers this isn't my diary] Nothing. i've never had a problem

having a tumblr blog is like being the curator of my own personal museum of mental breakdowns and special interests

Just me, her (the overwhelming loneliness) and the moon

In English, we say: "Overthinking." But in poetry, we say: "The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds."