Category : Diary/Journal

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It hurts me to say I'm loveless. Being out here in the fog cures the gloominess. It becomes enormous and in one grasp it devours me. Pushing away the people that care of my well-being. Wasting their time and effort on my unworthiness of ever giving back love. It pains them, but at least they're retreating from my aura of despair. There's no hope of a wish for the impossible. It doesn't go on like that.
     As for me I can't sleep beside a human without trying to leave the bed. I can't sit beside a normal person without insulting them - to make them feel miserable because I'm the one that's miserable. I feel sorry for those who care for me. And I know all too well that they feel sorry for me.
         It's just me and the gloominess here in the mistful fog. So much despair capturing my entire heart. Taking away my love. Now I'm the one without the purifying heart. Gloominess takes away my care. 
        What goodness would come from me. It just hurts me knowing that I won't ever love. Why this curse? I'm in despair? "Yes." Says my gloominess. All of this prevented me from the feel of positivity. Well that was until you approached.
       You were able to walk through my gloominess without raising a hustle. It seemed you knew of my curse and even though I kept warning you to stay back, you kept on walking. Once you reached my arms you embraced me close to you. My gloominess suffered at the weight of your caress. Saving me from the loveless feeling I've felt for years.
          And now that we're here standing together with care, love, and effort. No more despair because we have it known for us.