I was four years old the first time I felt the gut tearing loneliness that would be my near constant companion for the next twenty or so years.
Lovers, children, friends, jobs, art, music… I tried to fill it in as many ways as I could come up with. After a while, it became a closer companion than any other.
This pain, this lonely, this desire to seek out *WHATTHEFUCKEVER* It was I wanted, needed, desired… it drove me both to madness, then back into sanity again. It shaped and formed my innermost layers, and after too many years, it drove me into a pitch black place inside of myself that I would bury myself in to ease the pain, if only for short amounts of time.
I remember…
COMMENTS
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Nedra
14:57 Aug 17 2013
*hug*
Angelus
01:24 Aug 21 2013
beat me... by a few years.
tho am older, so maybe you'll catch me up.
I hope not.