parnassius_mnemosyn
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- Jan 18, 2026
- 15
May should have been a good month after a long time of isolation and pain. I travelled, met a lot of new people, visited some friends that live far away. People were kind to me, showed interest in me. I got accepted to university as well. Life has technically become better. Yet I am left feeling the same as before. When people talked to me I felt like an alien. I didn't feel any connection to anyone, no thrill, just constant exhaustion. When people are kind, I feel like they are pretending. When they seem genuine, I feel like they won't stick around if they actually got know who I truly am, which is why I remained guarded. Maybe I had the ability to be happy sucked out of me and maybe it's not coming back.
The closest I get is feeling neutral. I think it might be that I still have no people I feel truly close to, and don't know if that is even a possibility for me anymore, and the fact that no matter what I do or where I am, I am feeling constant dread over the way I look. I decided that if I am going to keep living (at least for uni) I might try to restrict as much as possible to save up for cosmetic surgery, maybe it will make a difference, maybe I will finally be able to engage in life and feel what I am supposed to feel. Maybe maybe maybe, I am not used to planning for the future.
I passed a party when I was in the city on a Saturday evening and observed the people my age having fun. They looked so beautiful, young and lively. Again, I felt like an alien, looking at a different species. It made me realise how disconnected I am from this world, how blind I am to it's beauty. I want to know the warmth that other people seem to get from this life. I just want to feel happy, I want it to be possible.
The closest I get is feeling neutral. I think it might be that I still have no people I feel truly close to, and don't know if that is even a possibility for me anymore, and the fact that no matter what I do or where I am, I am feeling constant dread over the way I look. I decided that if I am going to keep living (at least for uni) I might try to restrict as much as possible to save up for cosmetic surgery, maybe it will make a difference, maybe I will finally be able to engage in life and feel what I am supposed to feel. Maybe maybe maybe, I am not used to planning for the future.
I passed a party when I was in the city on a Saturday evening and observed the people my age having fun. They looked so beautiful, young and lively. Again, I felt like an alien, looking at a different species. It made me realise how disconnected I am from this world, how blind I am to it's beauty. I want to know the warmth that other people seem to get from this life. I just want to feel happy, I want it to be possible.