squatted down. in the green-litted toilet.

tears trapped. unable.

muted.

numb.

what the hell is wrong with me?

how many pills? how many days? what will it take for me to be better?

a phone call

“i understand you”

“you are lonely. that’s okay”

“i’m sad you know”

“you are lonely”

“say it out over and over and over until it just becomes letter to you”

…

…

“lonely”

…

…

i’m fkin lonely. lonely af.lonely. scared. i want a boyfriend. lonely. so lonely. so scared. guilty. lonely. lonely.lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely sad miserable lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely sad sad sad distraught sad lonely empty lonely

— is it how i spell ‘lonely’ —

— such a weird way to spell—

lonely lonely lonely lone-ly l o n e l y

l

o

n

e

l

y

tears finally came

.

.

.

.

ahhh

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.

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.

so this was it

i’m just lonely

.

.

.

ahhh

.

.

how comforting

.

.

.

to know that it was

.

.

that i was just

i was just

lonely