Venting Barren desolation. Abysmal Heartache.

[AnimusLapsus]

The solitude is overwhelming. I am so lonesome and morosely, I feel physically sick. There is a holocaust eating me from the inside out—loneliness has consumed my soul and buried itself in my bones. This conflagration is chipping away at my core, blazing my foundations into oblivion. The fire grows hastily—inch by inch—until I am nothing but fodder to fuel the inferno. I have gazed long into the darkness of the abyss, and all I see now is a reflection. My pain has manifested into something tense and palpable. I have nobody. I can't stop crying. I'm feeling frenzied, forsaken, and disoriented. I don't know what to do.

 

[notreallybored]

ב''ה, welcome to what's left of Earth. There's some guy on the corner ready to sell you tweak if you want to work 4 jobs, go crazy and kill someone else. Ugh.

 

[Tombs_in_your_eyes]

I feel your pain, written so articulately. I feel very similarly. It's extremely disorienting when you're very socially isolated - that's been my experience since my mom died. I feel like I now exist outside the space-time continuum that binds everyone else together and to the earth. I can't locate myself geographically or in human relationships. I'm completely lost and also don't know what to do. I'm so sorry that you are experiencing a similar kind of breathtaking pain to me.