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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a poem titled "Interim," featured in The Complete Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Dear diary...
Everything I do or say feels more and more meaningless as days go by...
my attention span is so fried i need subtitles for conversations happening directly in front of me
sometimes it feels less like “living” and more like “continuing”
i distance myself when i feel unwanted. i won't beg for space in someone's life. if my presence doesn't matter, my absence won't either. i choose peace over forcing connection.
emotionally i’m at that part of the movie where the main character just stares out the window
I over explain myself because I grew up defending myself. Not because I’m guilty or lying. Because no one believed me
Oh I feel so disgusting with myself.
Why does even simply existing feel like a chore
the traumatized urge to over explain things so that i'm not misunderstood
Lately the loneliness has been crushing. I crave touch, I crave closeness. It hurts. It hurts so much.