some mornings, i wake up
in a puddle of myself.
not even in the sexual way,
no, no. in the most pathetic
fucking way imaginable.go on, picture it.
i’ll wait.got a picture? okay. that.
that pathetic.but i get up, you know?
i mean, it takes a while,
but i do eventually.
and guess what?
nobody comes to my rescue.
because i don’t need saving,
i just need a day some times.i’m perfectly fucking human,
not a perfect human, mind you.
just very human. so human it hurts.but for this, too, i am grateful,
for i am able to feel.
and because i feel,
i am remindedi am alive.
(via eclecticdream0-deactivated20180)
Nobody’s special.. we’re all just variations of the same thing. A pathetic, selfish, miserable, longing for others human being. Some more, some less we’re all in that vortex.
I understand that no one loves me, I can’t even love me.
I don’t know what I want. I don’t even know what I fucking need.