So this is my first Post here.
So i’ve been here before several times,
like a fucking stalker, like Marla singer, the woman from ‘fight club’ who went to all the support groups because they were cheaper than cinema. Or more like the Protagonist from that same book.
Whenever i felt sadness melancholy and whatever-the-fuck you want to call it eating me from inside. Hollowing out. Gouging.
Whenever i desperately wanted to cry, but couldn’t because it seemed surreal, pathetic and impossible to me to cry over nothing but myself.
And whenever i vistited here i felt like an asshole because i wouldn’t dare to try to help, because i […]