I’m very tired.
I haven’t posted here in ages, but I just need to speak because my own tongue within my mouth fails me. I feel locked into my situation and unable to leave it. I’m nearly 30 and I still live with my family. I’ve never been asked out by anyone. I don’t find myself relating to a lot of people around me these days. I feel at once so enlightened in my thoughts and how I see the world around me, and yet suffocated the older I get.
I’m not an overly-romanticizing person, but there is something to stories like “The Last Unicorn” and other things that describe something strange yet cut-off from others like themselves, unable to return to how things were.
I feel like an endling and for all my life’s experiences, I feel like it is all going to end with me. When I fade to black, my experiences will be for naught. I feel the wetness of the rain on my skin, and I can appreciate the beautiful world around me for blessing us with that water in moderation, but fucking dammit I’m still huddled wet and shaking in my linens with no one or no thing to help me dry them with.














