I’m not having a good day or an okay day or an “it’s fine, I’ll survive somehow” one. Today is a “I don’t want to exist day”. A day that’s filled with nothing but me feeling empty, with me wondering what the fucking point is. I don’t even know who I am. It doesn’t matter how hard I fight and try, I’m just a shattered image of past versions of me. Nothing works. I’m empty, I’m not meant to be here, to be bothered with, or to be loved.

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Ema. Twenty-something. Panromantic asexual. University student, artist and writer. Proud feminist. View all posts by thetasteofwrittenwords

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