A is for...
It's crap being multiple sometimes.
The hardest thing for some of us is the relentless patter of little realisations; everyone with its own character; all variations on a theme: the bigger realisation that we can pretty much forget about being known for who we really are or even known in any kind of meaningful way as individuals.
That's so painful it makes me (thea) want to die because I may as well be dead, I say, bitterly to my empty cup, nobody knows me anyway and nobody ever will see me as I truly am.
Of course that's not absolutely true, but it's true enough to ache, constantly.
There, at last, some angst of the sort this journal was MADE for.
The hardest thing for some of us is the relentless patter of little realisations; everyone with its own character; all variations on a theme: the bigger realisation that we can pretty much forget about being known for who we really are or even known in any kind of meaningful way as individuals.
That's so painful it makes me (thea) want to die because I may as well be dead, I say, bitterly to my empty cup, nobody knows me anyway and nobody ever will see me as I truly am.
Of course that's not absolutely true, but it's true enough to ache, constantly.
There, at last, some angst of the sort this journal was MADE for.
posted by Polysemous at 11:36 AM
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