A moment too bold. A lifetime alone. Why can’t I want what I want?
It’s a paradox: Heartbreaking loneliness with a fear of true love.
Did you ever think that loneliness had a sound so loud you can’t think?
At the heart of all our sadness is that our truth is unloveable.
Depression repeats all the ways I am unloved like a sad record.
When will pretending you’re here stop being the wish that puts me to sleep.
Adulthood is The Loneliest Place By the time we’ve reached our 30s, most of us have acquired a certain amount of wisdom. If you’ve done it right, you’ve found the value of having a few friends in their 20s, allowing you to feel young and old at the same time. In your 20s, you get a pass on everything. Drinking too much, figuring things out, living at home, not renewing your license, racking up debt, […]