Switching Between Needing Physical Touch And Wanting To Rip My Skin Off At The Thought Of Another Human

I feel numb. No tears, no anger, nothing. Just going through the same day again and again. I would rather just sleep without waking up.

Mood!

do I want a romantic relationship or do I want someone to promise to stay by my side and then not only take that promise seriously but also keep it

at this point i'd just comment kudos on each chapter so author know how much i like the story

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

I want everyone to know that there are queers in the hollers of Appalachia, in the bayous and marshland of the Deep South, in Southwestern deserts, through the Ozark mountains and up to the Rockies. There are queers in the Great Plains, there are queers in rural America, in trailer parks of the Osage foothills. In the places you least expect us to live, we are here, carving out community and fighting for liberation with pride despite it all. Stop forgetting about us. Stop overlooking our experiences and our impact just because we don’t live in a Big Gay City. And for the love of God, stop looking at us with pity.

People seriously underestimate the long term effects of constant loneliness

"why are you so weird?" Idk, maybe because being completely isolated while growing up has destroyed my brain and now I'm nothing more than a human-mimicking creature that bases all of my actions on what I think is normal human behavior rather than just doing things naturally