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It& #39;s dark already.
My flat is cold already.
Another ignored tweet.
No friends. Nobody said hello to me today. Not seen a single face or spoken to a single person.
My flat is cold already.
Another ignored tweet.
No friends. Nobody said hello to me today. Not seen a single face or spoken to a single person.
I& #39;m just talking into a void.
Trying to feel real. But I don& #39;t feel real. It& #39;s as though I don& #39;t really exist, as though I am not here.
I& #39;m just a typing machine typing into the void. I& #39;m not really human. I& #39;m not really real. Only agitation drives me.
Trying to feel real. But I don& #39;t feel real. It& #39;s as though I don& #39;t really exist, as though I am not here.
I& #39;m just a typing machine typing into the void. I& #39;m not really human. I& #39;m not really real. Only agitation drives me.
There is no rest. I can& #39;t relax.
I& #39;m constantly expecting the worst.
My mental and physical health are a train wreck.
Just more bleak yelling into a void.
I& #39;m constantly expecting the worst.
My mental and physical health are a train wreck.
Just more bleak yelling into a void.
I truly never thought my life would end up like this.
I always thought there would be something to live for, something to enjoy, even if I was depressed.
But there isn& #39;t. I& #39;m 45 and I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll see out my natural lifespan.
I always thought there would be something to live for, something to enjoy, even if I was depressed.
But there isn& #39;t. I& #39;m 45 and I don& #39;t think I& #39;ll see out my natural lifespan.
I& #39;ve just realised the first three lines of my tweet were one syllable away from being a haiku ;_;
