Came home today for Thanksgiving break. I’m with my mom and my dog, who I love so much. But I’m still so lonely.
I’m lying in bed and I want to cry because I feel like I will always be alone. 147 more words
The pleasure of travelling around Europe by train is so great, even if I’m lonely, because when I am lonely I write the most. It is Nietzsche in cold stoveless rooms writing with blue hands, while weeping, writing in blood. 303 more words
Who would I want to be with now? No one. I am happy to be in bed alone. And yet I am very lonely. I feel cosmically alone. 196 more words