how woefully tragic it would be to suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, as if awoken by the worst nightmare ever, and gaze upon the figure sleeping next to you, blissfully ignorant of the monsters who almost caught you and ate your heart, still warm and steaming...
... only to be overwhelmed by repulsion and the sole sentence which is reverberating in your mind, that is -
god, how bloody unattractive can somebody be?
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i thought it bizarre that i felt that my life was spinning wildly out of control when it has been the most monotonous it has ever been in quite some time.
and then i realised that i wasn't being bizarre because it was - spinning wildly out of (my) control.
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the noise of solitude has never been louder.
