
Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 71
No one has ever been there to hold my hands or wipe my tears. I have never had anyone to confess my feelings to; nor anyone to tell my thoughts openly.
I hate seeing people who have had everything I have ever wanted: human presence. I hate seeing people who have the privilege of appearance enjoying their spouse; and I also hate knowing that they have not had to work a thousandth of what I have.
I resent this unscrupulous world. All my needs are indifferent -- and will continue to be.
I hate seeing people who have had everything I have ever wanted: human presence. I hate seeing people who have the privilege of appearance enjoying their spouse; and I also hate knowing that they have not had to work a thousandth of what I have.
I resent this unscrupulous world. All my needs are indifferent -- and will continue to be.