I guess I’ve always felt like life was something that someone goes through alone. you’re alone with your thoughts most of the time that only you can hear. you spend over half of your life with just yourself, whether it’s physically or mentally. I’ve felt loneliness from every angle. the soft and comforting peace of loneliness, and the loneliness that twists your insides out and hits harder that anything you’ve ever felt before. but I’ve never seen myself as being meant to go through the majority of life alone. is it fucking crazy of me to say that I don’t even feel like a person? people are so materialistic, trivial, selfish and greedy when all I want to do is give and not feel guilt or waste. I want to give and feel like I’m doing good, making people happier and healthier in my presence. I want to give the good parts of my soul away to other people who need them more than I do. but I do need them too. If I give them all away, what will be left of my soul? if I even fucking have one. I don’t want to be a person. I can’t connect with anyone here and what was once comfort is now the very thing that is choking me.
dont ask me for relationship advice because i will always just tell you to break up w/ them and throw their shit in a dumpster because i do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly this is a zero tolerance zone