Venting Sleeping hugging my pillow because there's never anyone by my side

[Crematoryy]

Without physical touch, I am merely a corpse. My psychological need for tactile skin stimulation finds no solace. My unconscious is forced to fill this void through imagination, thus constructing the metacognitive experience that has always been lacking. Becoming aware that I am forced to commit self-destruction to survive, while others fulfill my need in the real physical world, is an unacceptable absurdity.

 

[Bootleg Astolfo]

Get a that bruh