Reminiscent sky
@feelingthecold.bsky.social
Going through quite a bit with no outlet, thought maybe this might help. It won’t.
“This is, my final fit
My final, bellyache.”
“This is, my final fit
My final, bellyache.”
Please just fucking kill me already
January 31, 2026 at 1:11 PM
Please just fucking kill me already
I’m so tired being a waste of space
January 31, 2026 at 10:06 AM
I’m so tired being a waste of space
Whatever hurts me the most.
I deserve it.
I deserve it.
January 13, 2026 at 8:11 PM
Whatever hurts me the most.
I deserve it.
I deserve it.
Screaming into this void where nobody hears me is getting old.
December 12, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Screaming into this void where nobody hears me is getting old.
Why is death so scary?
December 2, 2025 at 12:17 AM
Why is death so scary?
I’m a different face in the ballroom who can wax poetic to grab your attention, but when you take me by the hand and lead me to the floor you’re quick to learn I can’t keep time and trip over myself.
An inelegant soirée intruder.
Endearing? Maybe, once or twice.
Worth the trouble? Absolutely not.
An inelegant soirée intruder.
Endearing? Maybe, once or twice.
Worth the trouble? Absolutely not.
November 15, 2025 at 5:41 PM
I’m a different face in the ballroom who can wax poetic to grab your attention, but when you take me by the hand and lead me to the floor you’re quick to learn I can’t keep time and trip over myself.
An inelegant soirée intruder.
Endearing? Maybe, once or twice.
Worth the trouble? Absolutely not.
An inelegant soirée intruder.
Endearing? Maybe, once or twice.
Worth the trouble? Absolutely not.
I hate this feeling. It wells up inside me like a rampant fireworks show. Sometimes it’s too apparent and other people notice. I don’t want them to, I’m tired of making people care about me.
I’m a leech, a parasite, a weed, a mite, a tick, a mosquito, a virus of pity that spreads itself on contact.
I’m a leech, a parasite, a weed, a mite, a tick, a mosquito, a virus of pity that spreads itself on contact.
November 15, 2025 at 5:10 PM
I hate this feeling. It wells up inside me like a rampant fireworks show. Sometimes it’s too apparent and other people notice. I don’t want them to, I’m tired of making people care about me.
I’m a leech, a parasite, a weed, a mite, a tick, a mosquito, a virus of pity that spreads itself on contact.
I’m a leech, a parasite, a weed, a mite, a tick, a mosquito, a virus of pity that spreads itself on contact.
I hate this. I wish someone would just kill me. I’m too cowardly to do it myself so I no longer want to be a deciding factor anymore.
I never deserved a say in whether I live or die anyway.
I never deserved a say in whether I live or die anyway.
November 11, 2025 at 5:10 PM
I hate this. I wish someone would just kill me. I’m too cowardly to do it myself so I no longer want to be a deciding factor anymore.
I never deserved a say in whether I live or die anyway.
I never deserved a say in whether I live or die anyway.
Tonight I tear down the wallpaper for I hate its artificiality, and tomorrow I’ll apply a brand new veneer of an ignorant smile and pretend I’m happy to be dying miserable.
November 11, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Tonight I tear down the wallpaper for I hate its artificiality, and tomorrow I’ll apply a brand new veneer of an ignorant smile and pretend I’m happy to be dying miserable.
I want someone to kiss this rotten nectar off my lips.
Pleasant tasting fluid turned neurotoxin.
I want to fall apart only to be put back together by loving hands.
Selfish request but sincere all the same.
I don’t truly want for these things however. Because they aren’t real, they’re bad fantasies.
Pleasant tasting fluid turned neurotoxin.
I want to fall apart only to be put back together by loving hands.
Selfish request but sincere all the same.
I don’t truly want for these things however. Because they aren’t real, they’re bad fantasies.
November 11, 2025 at 2:25 PM
I want someone to kiss this rotten nectar off my lips.
Pleasant tasting fluid turned neurotoxin.
I want to fall apart only to be put back together by loving hands.
Selfish request but sincere all the same.
I don’t truly want for these things however. Because they aren’t real, they’re bad fantasies.
Pleasant tasting fluid turned neurotoxin.
I want to fall apart only to be put back together by loving hands.
Selfish request but sincere all the same.
I don’t truly want for these things however. Because they aren’t real, they’re bad fantasies.
These warm days make me gross and reclusive and these cold nights leave me numb and lonely.
November 5, 2025 at 9:09 AM
These warm days make me gross and reclusive and these cold nights leave me numb and lonely.
No matter how fast I run.
No matter how far I get.
My sins always catch up to me. I can’t ever escape them for their stamina and persistence is too great.
My sloth has caused me to create so much wrong. So, as a penance I’ll let it swallow me whole. Taking both me and it out of this world.
No matter how far I get.
My sins always catch up to me. I can’t ever escape them for their stamina and persistence is too great.
My sloth has caused me to create so much wrong. So, as a penance I’ll let it swallow me whole. Taking both me and it out of this world.
October 26, 2025 at 7:17 PM
No matter how fast I run.
No matter how far I get.
My sins always catch up to me. I can’t ever escape them for their stamina and persistence is too great.
My sloth has caused me to create so much wrong. So, as a penance I’ll let it swallow me whole. Taking both me and it out of this world.
No matter how far I get.
My sins always catch up to me. I can’t ever escape them for their stamina and persistence is too great.
My sloth has caused me to create so much wrong. So, as a penance I’ll let it swallow me whole. Taking both me and it out of this world.
The moon was very pretty tonight. So pretty I started to cry. What is the purpose of all this meaningless beauty?
If I can’t experience this feeling at a heartfelt level leave me out of it.
All a shimmering lake surface provides is a reflection on how ugly I look in this world of wonder.
If I can’t experience this feeling at a heartfelt level leave me out of it.
All a shimmering lake surface provides is a reflection on how ugly I look in this world of wonder.
October 26, 2025 at 12:40 PM
The moon was very pretty tonight. So pretty I started to cry. What is the purpose of all this meaningless beauty?
If I can’t experience this feeling at a heartfelt level leave me out of it.
All a shimmering lake surface provides is a reflection on how ugly I look in this world of wonder.
If I can’t experience this feeling at a heartfelt level leave me out of it.
All a shimmering lake surface provides is a reflection on how ugly I look in this world of wonder.
I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to drift off held in someone’s arms as they run their fingers through my hair.
I want to cry unashamedly in someone’s presence, them pulling me into their chest and holding me.
These are all gross delusions that my mental state concocted just so I can suffer more.
I want to cry unashamedly in someone’s presence, them pulling me into their chest and holding me.
These are all gross delusions that my mental state concocted just so I can suffer more.
October 25, 2025 at 3:04 PM
I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to drift off held in someone’s arms as they run their fingers through my hair.
I want to cry unashamedly in someone’s presence, them pulling me into their chest and holding me.
These are all gross delusions that my mental state concocted just so I can suffer more.
I want to cry unashamedly in someone’s presence, them pulling me into their chest and holding me.
These are all gross delusions that my mental state concocted just so I can suffer more.
The crack of dawn breaks as I crack under the weight of my immense sorrow.
I sleep through daylight as if the moon provides sanctuary from reality.
At night mystical darkness clouds my thoughts. For what reason do I wake?
This is hell.
I *am* the sinner.
My recollection of the past fuels the fires.
I sleep through daylight as if the moon provides sanctuary from reality.
At night mystical darkness clouds my thoughts. For what reason do I wake?
This is hell.
I *am* the sinner.
My recollection of the past fuels the fires.
October 21, 2025 at 7:12 PM
The crack of dawn breaks as I crack under the weight of my immense sorrow.
I sleep through daylight as if the moon provides sanctuary from reality.
At night mystical darkness clouds my thoughts. For what reason do I wake?
This is hell.
I *am* the sinner.
My recollection of the past fuels the fires.
I sleep through daylight as if the moon provides sanctuary from reality.
At night mystical darkness clouds my thoughts. For what reason do I wake?
This is hell.
I *am* the sinner.
My recollection of the past fuels the fires.
I’d rather die horrifically in a nightmare than be comforted by you in my vile dreams.
October 19, 2025 at 3:01 PM
I’d rather die horrifically in a nightmare than be comforted by you in my vile dreams.
I was put on this planet to decay.
October 16, 2025 at 5:06 AM
I was put on this planet to decay.
Keep it in.
Don’t let it out.
Don’t make it their problem.
Don’t let it out.
Don’t make it their problem.
October 14, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Keep it in.
Don’t let it out.
Don’t make it their problem.
Don’t let it out.
Don’t make it their problem.
Is there anyone out there? Or am I all alone?
October 7, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Is there anyone out there? Or am I all alone?
Couldn’t sleep, my mind was too filled with him and the time we shared. His handsome face seeps into the cracks like glue and holds me together until it dissolves as memories do leaving me once again as a shattered vessel. I’m struggling to go on. It’s so painful.
October 6, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Couldn’t sleep, my mind was too filled with him and the time we shared. His handsome face seeps into the cracks like glue and holds me together until it dissolves as memories do leaving me once again as a shattered vessel. I’m struggling to go on. It’s so painful.
Why don’t you care how I’m feeling, is it because I’d try to lie to make you not worry?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
September 30, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Why don’t you care how I’m feeling, is it because I’d try to lie to make you not worry?
Do you hate me?
Do you hate me?
Losing you means losing my purpose. When you’re no longer anything to anybody what’s the point of shuffling along this cold existence.
Why would people miss me when I mean nothing?
Why would people miss me when I mean nothing?
September 30, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Losing you means losing my purpose. When you’re no longer anything to anybody what’s the point of shuffling along this cold existence.
Why would people miss me when I mean nothing?
Why would people miss me when I mean nothing?
This morning I tried to fight waking up the best I could, in my dreams you were holding me and running your fingers through my hair. I wanted that to be my reality so bad. I feel so pathetic
September 25, 2025 at 3:35 AM
This morning I tried to fight waking up the best I could, in my dreams you were holding me and running your fingers through my hair. I wanted that to be my reality so bad. I feel so pathetic
I don’t want to wake unless you’re there.
September 25, 2025 at 3:14 AM
I don’t want to wake unless you’re there.