Crematoryy
Autophagic Loneliness
- Feb 12, 2025
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I left home to hand in my resume in the big city where I live. I notice people's appearances and realize that most look better than me (especially those in the same age range as me). How did these people always know they had to take care of their appearance, and how do they manage it? Nothing can shake me more than seeing my reflection and knowing that I'm far from any expectation I could have created. I'm sitting on the floor while I write. I've given up looking for a job and will return to it tomorrow. All I feel now is the sludge of depression submerging me.
Emanuelly, I needed you at this moment, why did you decide to leave me?... I really needed you to survive. And now I'm fighting alone.
Emanuelly, I needed you at this moment, why did you decide to leave me?... I really needed you to survive. And now I'm fighting alone.