I Feel Lonely As Fuck But That Doesn't Matter Anymore. Nothing Does.

I feel lonely as fuck but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does. 

Nothing makes sense. 

I feel like I'm living in an endless nightmare, which I'm used to and I don't even expect to wake up from anytime soon. I don't have the courage to. I don't have the strength. I feel weak and I feel lost.

I'm fucking lonely and too tired to text anyone. To reach out, to ask for help.

I guess I'll keep living in this nightmare till my last heartbeat.

Bari and the sea: what I miss the most.

March 2018.

I wish postcards were cool again. Handwritten letters, with scribbles and small doodles at the corner of the paper. Wax-sealed old envelopes. Possibly some dried flowers and old photographs inside.

These small and outdated but still meaningful details...sometimes it takes so little to show someone that you care. Beyond all the messaging apps and the selfies we share.

So many friendships have lost their taste because of these.

Technology has improved a lot, but sometimes going back in time would bring that lost taste back, because there isn't a better thing than holding a letter or postcard in your hands, saving it year after year, more than a message that gets lost in the abyss of the internet.

First time wax-sealing an envelope! Did I do well?

(The envelope is DIY too)

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Alexa, play "Sunset" by Gregory Dillon.

Young people having fun. They were playing with cards, singing and laughing. It felt nice pretending for a while that the whole pandemic situation didn't exist. Hopefully we no longer have to pretend someday.

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