Emotional Distress Express

Don't talk to me I'm using all my brain cells to learn how to be a person again

[wetheurban]

May you attract people who want more for you, not from you.

[brokenbluebutterfly]

[brokenbluebutterfly]

I'm just going to start writing again.

Not that I think anyone will read this or hear me screaming into the void

But it's becoming so overwhelmingly unbearable to have no one to talk to

No friends, no family, nothing

I knew leaving my relationship would be hard

That picking up the pieces and feeling lonely was going to be a part of it

But nothing prepares you for it truly

How desperately sad I am now to have no one

This is why I always crawled back

Always replied to messages

Always forgave

Because being with my abuser

My compulsively lying, cheating, wife beating, miserable, worthless, scum bag husband

Was better than being alone

I'm so fucking desperate for human connection

But it just doesn't come naturally to me

I talk too much and say all the wrong things

I have nothing to show for myself

No real job, no skills, no talents, nothing of value to add to anyone's life

It's why I've never felt deserving of anyone's love

Because even though I'm honest, loyal, devoted, caring, kind, loving, patient, giving, and always make myself available for the people I care about it just never seems to be enough

It's never seen or appreciated

It's never valued or reciprocated

I'm so scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life feeling this alone

And the worst part is being alone with our son

Feeling like I failed him

Scared that I made the wrong decision in keeping him

Because I think about how often I tell myself I didn't ask to be alive

I didn't ask to be put through any of this

I didn't want this to be my life

It just is

I've made my mistakes

I know I have to live with them

But it's eating away at me every single second I'm awake and I just can't seem to find a way out of this pure despair

I just feel so sad and so tired and so small

[brokenbluebutterfly]

[crows-omens]

“why does anyone commit acts others deem unspeakable?”

“for love.”

[impureresolution-deactivated202]

i yearn for something we couldve been

[ruedollie-deactivated20250818]

Having a sudden flashback in the middle of the day is just AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[dafancyuhinspiration]

[anxeious]

[mymotorcyclediaries]

angrylittlegirls.com

[brokenbluebutterfly]

“I cannot say that I have gone to hell for your love but often found myself there in your pursuit.”

— William Carlos Williams, from “Asphodel, That Greeny Flower” (via m-l-rio)

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“We don't fall in love with people because they're good people. We fall in love with people whose darkness we recognise. You can fall in love with a person for all of the right reasons, but that kind of love can still fall apart. But when you fall in love with a person because your monsters have found a home in them- that's the kind of love that owns your skin and bones. Love, I am convinced, is found in the darkness. It is the candle in the night.”

— C. JoyBell C.

[remanence-of-love]

[0ddoblivion]

[blondebedroom]

Lana Del Rey ⋆˚｡ ୨♡୧ ｡˚⋆

[oh-sewing-circle]

“Katharine Hepburn liked to shock with her boyish looks, strident voice, breeding, and, when she met people for the first time, her affection for purposely creating a bad impression. Rigid and repressed, the twenty-four year old, freckled-faced Conneticutt Yankee always lived with women, mingled with sewing-circle members, and made Garbo and Katharine Cornell her icons. She was swimming naked in director George Cukor’s pool when she first met Garbo and, in printed versions of the encounter, grabbed a towel, curtsied, and solemnly said, ‘Oh, Miss Garbo, how nice to meet you!’ Hepburn was seen about town with her agent the dashing, successful Leland Hayward, but Hayward’s third wife, Margaret Sullavan, called Kate ‘that dykey bitch.’”

-From The Sewing Circle: Female Stars Who Loved Other Women

[joytri]

[dailykafka]

Kafka actually wrote like this…

[thoughtkick]

“It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.”

— David Jones