And As I Am Bordering On A Line Between Survival And Surrender; Antisocial As I May Feel I Will Reach

and as i am bordering on a line between survival and surrender; antisocial as i may feel i will reach for your hand and pray you can read the begging in my eyes as a cry for help- my voice cannot produce the words it needs anymore, and i wonder, will you be my voice?

lonely? develop a god complex.

when Charles Bukowski said "and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

My touch-starved ass: Tbh just need a hug rn

My fear of rejection and intimacy: I think tf not bitch

if there was no tomorrow, would you really be satisfied with what you how you have lived?

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else