this sort of malaise feeling of modernity. i feel werid and out of place. like i want to cry but the tears wont form because i dont feel like they are warrented. i dont desrve to cry, nothing has happened. maybe i just feel isolated, socailly. ha ha social distancing. ive been doing this for so much longer than you fools.
i feel abstracted. like the pieces wont come together. my stomach hurts and that is the only way i can actually come to terms with the fact that i dont feel so good. everyone says my writting is overdramatic and they are right but nothing else feels genuine/sincere. i wonder if there is a difference between those two words.
"always genuine, never sincere"
maybe that is the aesthetic of modernity
i write as if i know anything, foolish of me
i feel abstracted. like the pieces wont come together. my stomach hurts and that is the only way i can actually come to terms with the fact that i dont feel so good. everyone says my writting is overdramatic and they are right but nothing else feels genuine/sincere. i wonder if there is a difference between those two words.
"always genuine, never sincere"
maybe that is the aesthetic of modernity
i write as if i know anything, foolish of me
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