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It'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'll die one day and nobody will care or mourn me.
Life is hell.
Life is hell.
I'm just talking into a void.
Trying to feel real. But I don't feel real. It's as though I don't really exist, as though I am not here.
I'm just a typing machine typing into the void. I'm not really human. I'm not really real. Only agitation drives me.
Trying to feel real. But I don't feel real. It's as though I don't really exist, as though I am not here.
I'm just a typing machine typing into the void. I'm not really human. I'm not really real. Only agitation drives me.
There is no rest. I can't relax.
I'm constantly expecting the worst.
My mental and physical health are a train wreck.
Just more bleak yelling into a void.
I'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't. I'm 45 and I don't think I'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't. I'm 45 and I don't think I'll see out my natural lifespan.
I can't even fucking cry. I'm just somehow utterly numb and utterly agitated.
I've just realised the first three lines of my tweet were one syllable away from being a haiku ;_;
