#lonelyness

[casp1an-sea]

God I hate feeling so cripplingly lonely all of the time. People can say “oh you just need to get out more” “you should go do something fun” “reach out to your friends” no you don’t get it. I close myself off because I feel so lonely. And yeah doing so probably does not help with the loneliness but I need someone to reach out to me not the other way around. I need to know that someone cares about me that they’re thinking about me. If I do it myself it doesn’t help with the loneliness. Just hanging out with people doesn’t help with The lonelyness it has to mean something. But I can never directly tell people this bc that makes me feel like I’m fishing for it. And maybe I am a little bc I do desperately crave something to help with whatever the fuck is going on with me. But that makes me feel so guilty and god idk. Fuck depression

[nosesno501]

Me everyday tbh 🙃😥😢

I don't know what have I done to be muted, avoided, ignored and forgotten by mostly everyone and feel like this 😰

[bluebirdinpisces]

[xxxlilbunny]

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦, 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗬 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

I really miss winter so bad

[rainy-dream-0]

Guess who is crying... i feel lonely...

I keep trying yo convince myself that everything will be ok but i'm not ok...

I'm probably not a good person... That's probably why people always leave me..

I'm not good enough...

[d34th1ns0l1tud3]

i cant pick between craving attention or craving solitude and loneliness ughhhhhh its like im switching between those two every minute ╥﹏╥

[justliketorispringfr]

sometimes I just need a void to scream into

[bigbrotherben]

I should not have a significant other smdh, I wouldn't get off them for like the first month of our relationship. And then I'd say some corny shit about "Making up lost time"

[kundst]

Maurice van Tellingen (Dutch 1957)

Dying alone unnoticed in the big city (2022)

Mixed techniques

[deadpunktrash]

I want everyone to leave me alone. To make everyone forget about me

[norecoveryangel]

Nothing is as sad as realizing you aren't even the blurry-figure-friend in the picture; you are the photographer. Looking at every photo you've taken it's all them, smiling, laughing, half drunk on the joy of being alive; no photos of you ever. Maybe you are too ugly, too weird looking, too strange to be featured next to them. Perhaps it's your hair - if only you'd kept it long and shiny - or your face - average, dull, plagued with little imperfections - or your body - God, you wish you were thinner, prettier, more athletic, less you. But you know you are the first to pull out the camera, fighting back tears when, after everyone has gotten their picture taken, no one asks if you would like one too. No, that'd be awkward: you, standing alone with your crooked smile and rigid posture, maybe it's for the best. Sometimes it's like you don't exist, like you are a voyeuristic onlooker to their lives, like your only purpose is to fill the role of extra in their movies. Sometimes you wish they mentioned you, they posted a rare picture with you, they showed - even if fake - the slightest hint of love and appreciation. But mostly, you are just grateful that they keep you around because you couldn't fathom living without them. Probably, you conclude, you were just meant to be the photographer friend, not ever shown to the world, never the object, never the loved one, just the giver.

[daw64]

“My safe place is myself.

A haven where I don't have to fear the lighthouse is gone.

Where my 2 arms can best embrace me.

Where my thoughts and peace recharge me.

But secretly, I hope another boat docks on my safe haven.”

[ironboundwanderer]

So many problems, so many people doing so much...I don't get it, it's like I don't even belong here, I'm too sick to feel at home with normal people, and too normal to feel at home in Tumblr...what the hell do I do?

[mayashwood]

I feel really lonely and isolated, which is stupid cuz my house is full of people, but it's the kind of lonely that doesn't necessarily go away when you're with people.

I feel bereft of purpose and without joy, I can't get anything new going in my life, creatively or socially or romantically, and the things I start I can't maintain and I sabotage.

I'm hoping it's just a combination of factors which can all change, like the fact that this time of year always fucking sucks, and the big nosedive my mental health took when I had that run in with death this year, and the unwise decision to come off all my meds, and the bizarre self-fulfilling prophecy I have that my life just goes to shit every 4 years like clockwork (honestly since 2004, when the big bad happened, without fail), but honestly something big has to fucking change, cuz idk how long I can deal with feeling like this for.

I wanna walk into the sea and come out as someone else. I know I have the power to completely reinvent myself, I've done it like 3 or 4 times, but idk how exactly.

Fuck Christmas.

[w-i-m-m]

[lewiswearslevis]

I always need an obsession. It doesn't matter if it's a real person or just fictional.

I can't live alone, I did it long enough. For most of my life tbh.

At the moment it's Silco from Arcane. I'm kinda bummed that he isn't a playable character in League of Legends. I know he's in Team fight tactics but meh, it could never really capture me.

I know that he's fucked up. I know he did unacceptable sins. But- it doesn't matter to me. I need him. As a father, as a lover, it doesn't matter as long as I get his attention. I can't handle being alone, being lonely.

I just want someone to care of me. Maybe I wouldn't be as messed up as I am right now. Tbh, I got almost no one to talk to.

It may be weird, disgusting, whatever you want to call it. But right now, in my state of mind, I could fall in love with any kind, attractive and intelligent person who gives me attention and affection. I'll sit like a dog right at your feet, I'll love sitting on your lap, I'll idolize you as soon as you pet my head. Let me be your pet, let me be your slave, let me be your toy, anything, but don't forsake me. Don't ignore me or I'll eat you alive, body part for body part.

But I can't be alone, not anymore. I need someone to care for me and I'll think you're god. I'm touch-starved. I'm everything related to positive human interaction starved.

Just hug me, please.