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No one ever gives a genuine fuck about me. I’m so sick and tired of being so alone and it honestly physically hurts at night when I lay there thinking about what a worthless push over I am.

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Happiness isn't meant for people like me.

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I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister

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Saturday nights I realize how alone I am. I got no one to talk to or to go out with. I feel very lonely this days

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Cause lately I've been dealing with the loneliest nights, trying to see another day alive has been my only fight. I did this alone, I'm doing that alone, I do it all alone, so when I fall, I fall alone.

— Colicchie

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I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

I’m lonely.

I’m lonely. I’m lonely.

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My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely, I'm nothing.

— Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point

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I walk around the world like a ghost, and sometimes I question whether I even exist. Whether I've ever existed at all.

— Paul Auster, Travels in the Scriptorium

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I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can't find the right words.

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer, c. November 1912