know anymore. Screaming out into the abyss for no answers. No prayers answered. Just silence.

far in life... I'm getting older. A quarter century has gone by and I genuinely have nothing to show for it but scars and PTSD.

I. I genuinely don't know about love anymore. Is it something I'm still capable of if I know that trying will just end me? It's so visceral now. I... I don't really

anymore. I feel so unlovable and so pathetic. Leave it to me to hinge so much on romance, only to have been crushed so badly. I feel so stupid and helpless anymore. It feels like nothing goes right and I genuinely don't know what I can do anymore. Smile through the pain? It really only gets you so

And it, unfortunately, failed.

Says you, dork. 💙