Insomniac Butterfly
loser
- Mar 24, 2025
- 36
Just an immature adult being whiny and melodramatic.
Nothing is going to be right ever again.
What even is a person.
it's their thoughts, feelings, goals, interests, desires, memories.. ?
What is something that doesn't think about anything, save for its own loneliness and pathetic nature on loop?
what is something that can only feel bad?
what is something that has no objective?
What is something that only has an interest in its own end?
What is something that can't remember its own existence?
I barely sleep, eat, communicate.
I am a constant in a world that is ever changing.
There is no getting out.
No one knows I exist, except for my family that don't pay attention to me at all.
I don't know.
No matter where I've been online I'm always the biggest loser, and there is not many that truly relate, and if they do relate we can't even speak.
The only good I maybe could provide this world is as a comparison. At least you're not me.
I'm not living the hardest life, nor am I the most traumatized.
I'm simply the biggest loser too scared to even speak or leave my room.
Everything happens for a last time and we don't even know.
When was the last time I felt safe?
When was the last time I heard their voice?
When is the last time this door is going to close?
a long strand of my hair fell out and, i sat there thinking how long it had been in my head with me. maybe a year? years? and it's now gone, just like that.
Everything just goes.
Everyone just goes.
just like that.
Wishing myself success on obtaining a firearm. May i end this torment and miserable pile of flesh for its own sake.
What pointless thoughts to share in front of the world. I guess writing them over and over in my diary wasn't enough.
Sorry to anyone reading.
Hopefully my cringe at least killed you, if you wished for such.
Nothing is going to be right ever again.
What even is a person.
it's their thoughts, feelings, goals, interests, desires, memories.. ?
What is something that doesn't think about anything, save for its own loneliness and pathetic nature on loop?
what is something that can only feel bad?
what is something that has no objective?
What is something that only has an interest in its own end?
What is something that can't remember its own existence?
I barely sleep, eat, communicate.
I am a constant in a world that is ever changing.
There is no getting out.
No one knows I exist, except for my family that don't pay attention to me at all.
I don't know.
No matter where I've been online I'm always the biggest loser, and there is not many that truly relate, and if they do relate we can't even speak.
The only good I maybe could provide this world is as a comparison. At least you're not me.
I'm not living the hardest life, nor am I the most traumatized.
I'm simply the biggest loser too scared to even speak or leave my room.
Everything happens for a last time and we don't even know.
When was the last time I felt safe?
When was the last time I heard their voice?
When is the last time this door is going to close?
a long strand of my hair fell out and, i sat there thinking how long it had been in my head with me. maybe a year? years? and it's now gone, just like that.
Everything just goes.
Everyone just goes.
just like that.
Wishing myself success on obtaining a firearm. May i end this torment and miserable pile of flesh for its own sake.
What pointless thoughts to share in front of the world. I guess writing them over and over in my diary wasn't enough.
Sorry to anyone reading.
Hopefully my cringe at least killed you, if you wished for such.
