There aren't that many ways to find comfort in this world. We must take it where we can get it, even in the darkest, most disgusting places.
Catalog
Melissa Broder
What I wanted was both my husband as well as a harem of boys who were totally devoted to me, at my beck and call at all times.
Does anyone really know who they are marrying? People change. We do not know if the person we commit to will be the same person in ten years. We do not know who they will become. Will you be the same person in ten years: in health, body, money, interests, mental health?
What can we hope for in a marriage but to keep seeing things anew? With the people we love, it is so easy to stop seeing them at all.
I wake up scared and I'm scared all day. I'm scared of being scared. Scared of "losing it". Scared of not being able to function. Scared of being hospitalized. Scared that I am not okay. Scared of what life is and if I am wasting mine. Scared that I have no home - that even the place I call home has…
I am a superficial woman of depth.
Nobody asks to be born. No one signs a form that says, You have my permission to make me exist. Babies are born, because parents feel that they themselves are not enough. So, parents, never condemn us for trying to fill our existential holes, when we are but the fruit of your own vain attempts to…
I don't really know how to do things half-measures.
I tell myself I know nothing about love so I can recover. I am recovering from a fantasy that I projected on a young man's body. He provided music and language and fingers and a face that moaned into my pussy. I am never going to recover from being that alive.
My fear among people is that I will be judged for revealing what is going on inside me. I fear others will discover that I am not only imperfect; I'm not even okay. I fear that I truly am not okay.
Like, what if you found out I am really not okay? What if you knew that I am suffering a lot right now and really scared? Would you flee? I don't want to find out.
I feel that the gum creates a barrier to intimacy between me and other people. It's never just me and another person. It's me, another person, and the gum.
If people never become real, it's harder for them to disappoint you. That's why the internet is good for sad people. You can be with people without having to be with people.
I would rather be on the Internet engaging with half-imaginary people in a fake way than in real life engaging with real people in a real way.
I am a puppy for attention from imaginary people. I am lonely among real human beings and would rather be on my phone than engage with reality.
Good morning! Everything is shit! Time to act impulsively. But first let's start by getting into imaginary fights with people from the past. Next let's catalog everything that's wrong with you and your life. Also, I want to remind you of everything you don't have—and everything you should be scared…
I get nervous in undefined spaces and tend to sexualize things.
Text me back: a love story
I never liked myself: a love story
Validation is my main bitch.