catharspiral
Member
- May 20, 2023
- 13
I can't exist in this frightening world. Countless attempts to bury my terror but it completely erupts when I remember that I am truly alone. It's like I'm either floating through this life as quietly as a ghost or a manic, blubbering mess, screaming for someone to care. I would scream and beg my mother to love me, to just listen, just be here with me. I'd go absolutely insane. I know it's dramatic but I really get that way sometimes, it's embarrassing to admit. I'm an adult woman. But I've always wanted to feel safe and loved. I think a life without trust and love is pointless, so is one where you spend the entire rest of it fixing what should've never been broken to begin with. All hope, collapsed