i know what you wanted to say.

i spend my days pulling out what little hair i have left. 

the very thought of you makes my stomach turn. 

it's not that i'm sickened by you. 

i'm sickened at myself for not being enough. 

Reviews

[Mia Deuser]

It's unbelievable what words can make us feel and do, these are like being brought down and taken over and far by a feasible tide to me. The moment you realize how truly, if I might, pardon my french, but how ghastly fucked up it is that we are just not enough. Not for others or ourselves, and that in life, we would be just as miserable if we managed to be enough. It's the emptiness of being and sufficing solely, and the exhaustion of endlessly chasing. Hope I make myself understandable, and thank you for sharing those words. It's always a relief to know there is a togetherness in this sort of loneliness.

[joey]

that hurts to read because we all feel this way

[Juliet]

It hurts to write because I know I'm not the only one who knows this so well.