in all ways except neurological I'm quite healthy.

and I like icecream.

at some point i think i'll have to make peace with the fact that there's just no one out there for me

maybe the hardest part isn't the loneliness itself, but how familiar it’s become, how it stopped feeling like an absence and started feeling like a setting, like background radiation, like wallpaper

you stop expecting anything different, the idea of being understood stops feeling real and starts sounding like a poorly translated word from a language you were never meant to speak.

they say there's always someone, but they never say what to do when that someone doesn't exist, or when they do, but they're ten thousand miles away in a life they're too busy surviving to ever cross paths with you.