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You know when you want to cry, but tears won't come? Who knows why they don't. Maybe you've exhausted them. Perhaps you are simply too tired to form tears. Perhaps you have realized that there is no point in crying. And then the thought occurs to you. Maybe it's not that you can't cry, it's that you aren't sad. You're just a dramatic fool who wants others' sympathy and attention.
Really,
What's
The
Point?
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I understand this. I hadn't cried in a year until something happened, and then I started to. It's not attention seeking. Sometimes you just don't cry. And that doesn't say anything of how sad you are.
Also, if you really were attention seeking, I don't know if you'd be able to talk about it like this.
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Loneliness. This feeling accompanies me everywhere. Isn't that funny? I have friends. I love them. You'd think it would keep the loneliness away. It does, somewhat. I'm a lot less lonely than I could be, but sometimes it sneaks up on you. I suppose I've spent most of my life feeling lonely. It looms over me always. Maybe that is why I crave attention so badly. No matter what you say, I do crave it, I think. I don’t particularly like physical contact with other humans, but sometimes it would be nice to be hugged. To be held and hold back. Isn’t that odd? Maybe I just want to know that I’m not alone. That someone cares about me truly, not just with surface level words. Or perhaps I am needy. I find that more likely. I want these things, but it is absurd at this point, I think.
I don’t even know at this point.
Silence and loneliness are my lot, I think.
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Cellist, we all crave attention, in some way shape or form. Feeling lonely and longing for a hug - despite the fact that you don't really enjoy physical contact - my dude, I feel that so much. During COVID, I was perfectly happy to be by myself... but sometimes, I really craved some contact, someone to talk to other than familial relations. But, then again, I wanted to be by myself. A living dichotomy... but aren't we all? There is nothing wrong with craving attention, and nothing wrong with wishing for a hug. Silence is nice, but sometimes you need someone to break up the monotony.
We all want to know that we're not alone. It's okay! It means you're human, Cellist! And it's a wonderful thing that you're here and with us *hugs*
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Nothing I feel is real. Nothing I want is achievable Do I even want what I think I want? Why do I try for attention so much? Why does it matter to me? Why do I insist on being mean to myself? The behavioral patterns don't lie. It's not real. None of this is real. I'm not real.
For something more substantial to quantify my thoughts, albeit different ones, I wrote another thing.
Falling, falling
Quiet like snowflakes we drop
Empty corpses
They had the whole sky for them
The wind to play in
And yet we fall
Why do we fall with the rest?
What's the point?
But even so
There really is no choice anyway
The earth yearns, gravity beckons
So we fall
Dying
Moving, swirling, living
Unaware of the looming groundMy soul ached
And was met with silenceHmmmm, in retrospection, this one isn't very good, but it is what it is.
I'm tired and confused, humans.
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Happy birthday! I want to add to your notif count for when you get back!
