Crematoryy
Autophagic Loneliness
- Feb 12, 2025
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Since the day all the meaning I created was brutally destroyed by the world, I stopped seeing and feeling pleasure in the things that once made sense. The expectations that once drove me now echo like jokes from a version of myself that has disappeared. For some reason, having my heart broken by someone I loved left me sterile.
I have no interest in starting a new relationship with new people, nor do I feel any sensitivity to orgasmic pleasure anymore. I never thought that what I always longed for could become so uninteresting. Sex doesn't attract me; all I desire is to be loved deeply. My feelings were very important but weren't treated with due care. Giving so much to another human being has left me permanently empty. Nothing can repair this wound.
I have no interest in starting a new relationship with new people, nor do I feel any sensitivity to orgasmic pleasure anymore. I never thought that what I always longed for could become so uninteresting. Sex doesn't attract me; all I desire is to be loved deeply. My feelings were very important but weren't treated with due care. Giving so much to another human being has left me permanently empty. Nothing can repair this wound.