Feminine Torment - Tumblr Posts
Do you ever cry so hard, so much that you exhaust yourself? You drift off into sleep, unbeknownst to yourself and when you wake, the sadness lingers, it's blue shadow on all things. You were able to empty your tear ducts, but no matter how much sadness you pour, it still haunts your existence, your every step; you can never run out of it.
feminine dread
an alternate face to the renowned feminine rage
aka sad girl core or feminine torment




ROMANTICISM MEETS EXISTENTIALISM



key attributes: crying in your room, late nights spent thinking, staring vacantly at the ceiling; never feeling like enough - not pretty enough, not female enough, not smart enough, not human enough, not kind enough, not tough enough. hot-girl summer sad-girl always. loner. standing at the margins. no one sees me, gets me.
i feel nothing and the weight of everything pressing over me all at once.
i'm a void, a crater, something carved out and left incomplete, something that's lacking.
a lifelong quest for something to fill this void but nothing suffices, it all just pours right through me.
my sense of identity is fragmented such that i've never held my entire reflection - some shard's always amiss. the painful absence impales me and leaves me gasping for breath, crawling and choking. the tension of a ghost limb, but the limb is something deep within me that i can't name or palpate. instead, it rattles like a can with a single coin, the echoes mocking the vacancy. i worry the outside world can hear it as i brush shoulder with strangers.
will i ever come to know the feeling of normalcy or was I only ever mean to exist like this? to feel like an anomaly? a glitch?
I am never happy, I am only ever distracted, at varying degrees, from a persistent sadness.
-penned by j. m. medna (2024)