venting

this is my vent blog. untagged triggers.

[user-boxer]

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[sylviaplathreincarnate]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

Mood these days

[addictt-with-a-pen]

i’m not the kind of person that people miss

[shatteredgems]

I've told myself so many times that I don't care about relationships and sometimes I truly don't, but I think deep down I still do.

I want someone to think of me and worry about losing me and enjoy talking to me. I want them to send me things because they think of me and make me feel good about myself. I want them to love me as much as I love them. For once.

I wish I wasn't so unloveable.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’.

[deprosin]

picking up my phone every 5 minutes like someone wants to talk to me

[dk-thrive]

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don’t even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

— Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red (translated by Erdağ M. Göknar). (Vintage; December 5, 2006)

[mother-lee]

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[moonshadow-thoughts]

Do you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere? Like there is no place and no people for you?

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[late-for-the-sky]

Holding on gets harder and harder everyday and I don’t really see myself having a future.

[haunted-by-words]

I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this

sue zhao / unknown / suzanne rivecca - death is not an option / Horace Vernet, The Maiden’s Lament (oil on canvas) / Louise Glück, Adult Grief / unknown

[inkzbat]

I’m literally everyone’s side friend, I’m just here when no one else is.

[moonshadow-thoughts]

Do you ever feel like you were not meant to be here on this planet? That you don't belong here? That you should be at another place?

[fvckinsociety]

Wouldn't mind dying in my sleep tonight.

[vroomvroomwee-deactivated202508]

Does anyone else feel lonesome?

Not lonely. Not alone. Just... lonesome. Like you don't feel connected to anyone. Like you never feel that you will find anyone that understands you, that will see you truly, let alone someone who will even like you. You see friends everywhere, but you don't see yourself in their place, like that is not for you, like you're not made for that and that's not made for you. You see people having fun and laughing and dancing and getting drunk and falling in love and you just... don't feel that for yourself. Like you're not supposed to have that, like you can't because it's not for you and you're not for it.

Like you're supposed to be seeing all these beautiful things in the world but not experience them yourself. Like you want to experience so much, experience everything, but be overwhelmed by it so you don't do any of it.

Like you want to be everywhere and do everything, but you don't belong anywhere and can't do anything. Like you're not supposed to be here. Not in a self-deprecating way but in an incongruous way. You want to live you want to be alive, but you feel you're not supposed to be. Not here at least, not like this. Just a presence in the world, not an active member of it. Even your body doesn't feel like home, your face isn't a face you recognise, like you're not supposed to have either. Like you're just supposed to be.

Like you're supposed to observe, but not experience.