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feelin melancholy. i think it’s bc i started rly hopin & dreaming abt getting to do something big & meet new ppl.. & then also happened to see a couple of different melancholy autobiographical comics that hit home a bit too much
just.. other ppl rly do live actuallives don’t they? they meet new ppl & make new friends, they fall out w ppl & say goodbyes. they move homes & cities, they try & fail & struggle & succeed & are comforted or celebrated by the community they have
literally nothing happens in my life, & never has happened. i had the same friend group from childhood until adulthood, i lived in the same house til i moved to london... university was supposed to be the actual start of my life & it didn’t happen, & my health bombed
i just sit alone in my room half asleep, day in day out.sometimes im awake/aware enough to try & voice my thoughts here but for the most part all i can do is mindlessly scroll to try & feel like im still a part of a social world while replayingb old yt vids so i feel less alone
when i went to the hospital, the guy checked my head for swelling & that’s the first time ive been touched by another person since my last haircut however long ago. it felt similar to havin my hair stroked & thinking abt it makes me wanna cry
what’s it like to rly truly exist out there in the world. what’s a road trip with ur best friends like, what does kissing feel like, what’s it like to blast music as loud as u want & dance to it. do ppl actually hold each other’s faces like they do in art
what’s it like for someone to actively want to take a picture of u just bc they wanna remember u were there with them
wanted to write more but lost momentum. doesn’t matter
