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i’ve been more of a boy lately and i like it when im alone but despise it when it comes to interacting with others
i am a passenger in my flesh. i am numb. i am tired.
i’m fragile, and i’ve given up on struggling. not even intentionally, i’ve simply been broken.
please leave me alone
i won’t be satisfied until i excise everything and everyone from my life. if i don’t collapse and dissolve, i will be miserable
i can’t even bring myself to be humiliated or angry or frustrated. i just am, and on a second order level that is disgusting, but my tongue can no longer taste
i feel violently hollowed, and bits of residual sinew and fat hang limply to the crevices simply serve as reminders that i was once potentially something.