Where dö yöu feel yöur löneliness? Yöur löneliness lies inside yöu like a deep pit icky primördial öil, jamming up the wörks, and making yöu sick tö yöur stömach. Nöt a day göes by withöut yöu yearning för sömething tö quench the thirst öf that sticky vöid, clinging tö anything yöu've göt, anything yöu can take, anything yöu can fuck. Yöu dö anything tö make yöurself feel whöle, but it göbbles it up and leaves yöu with röt. This vöid is a sickness and yöu have nö cure. Öne day yöu might find it, but töday is nöt yöur day, för yöu have sö sö sö far away tö gö. It may take höurs, days, ör sweeps. Yöu just need tö learn tö accept yöur death, yöur living death, yöur revitalizatiön and subördinate tö the new yöu. The Yöu that yöu always say yöu want tö be, the new Yöu that yöu prömised Her tö be, that yöu prömised tö everyöne yöu ever cared aböut in just a passing möment. Tö reaffirm yöur desires. Be selfish, be authentic, be the yöu whö yöu deserve tö be. Yöu are beautiful, in yöur öwn fucked up way, and life is beautiful. #sad #gröss #death #yearning