I no longer care.
And this is not strength, as some might think, but rather a stage of utter exhaustion.
The dreams that used to tempt me—those I used to paint with the careful devotion of a lover for their future—no longer do. They collapsed quietly, until I lost even the desire to rebuild them.
Promises have become like smoke, vanishing into thin air.
Everything around me is dull, as if life has been drained of its colors, leaving me in a gray version of the world. The things that used to shake me from within—a word, a gaze, a touch, a message—now pass by me with a strange coldness, as if I no longer possess enough inside me to react.
I used to live waiting, anticipating tomorrow as if it carried a personal salvation for me. But now... I just let the days pass without looking at them, as if the future is an event that does not concern me. Even the conversations I used to exhaust myself analyzing, searching between their letters for hidden meanings, have become mere passing noise—empty words that leave no trace. And those who once fully occupied my heart have become strangers in a terrifying way, as if the feelings that bound me to them died alone without a funeral.
I no longer care to prove anything to anyone, and I have no energy for conflicts—neither the internal ones, nor those that the world imposes on us every day.
I am tired of adapting, of trying to please everyone, of holding onto things that drain me and give me nothing but more disappointment.
Everything has become terrifyingly ordinary; nothing pleases me, and nothing saddens me as it used to. I used to think this apathy was a form of comfort... but in reality, it is heavier than grief itself.
Something from myself about myself
M36s | Straight.Just raw thoughts and some glimpse of my wild desires. Attracted to women. pls just real women Adults only (18+). Welcome.I adore all beauty femin. that's why always extra horny
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