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I wish I were not quite so lonely - and so poor. And yet I love both my loneliness and my poverty. The former makes me appreciate the companionship of the wind and rain, while the latter preserves my liver and prevents me wasting time in dancing attendance upon women.
Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
An unfinished feeling.
He felt empty, broken, defeated.
Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.
A feeling of unfathomable loneliness settled upon her.
I was struck all on a heap.
At this moment I am feeling disappointed with myself and I am hurt and numb
My soul is all an aching void.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
I was feeling low. Low is the depressive's euphemism for despair.
A flood of inadequacy poured over me, a feeling of I-don't-belong, but if not here, then where? The room began to close in around me, blanketing me with acute heaviness.
Vulnerable, messed-up, inadequate
Wounded, not lost.
Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.
I'm not very happy idle.
I think that the word bored does not get the attention it deserves. We speak of all sorts of terrible things that happen to people, but we rarely speak about one of the most terrible things of all : that is, being bored, being bored alone and, worse than that, being bored together.
I feel lost and confused, but happy and certain. I am like a ball of tangled yarn. The parts that are untangled are available, useable; the rest is a mess, useless until it is untied. That mess feels endless and at most times unyielding.
I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.
I feel just, you know, defeated.
Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.
To be so lonely
you told yourself you liked to be this way
& almost believed it was true.
My life is over. Behind
Lonely. I hated that word more than any other in the dictionary.
Never in the history of boredom has anyone been more bored than I am right now.
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.
I dropped a word from the string of negative adjectives that had trailed behind me like tin cans behind the village idiot. Unappreciated, unloved, unmarried. But no longer unpublished.
Lonely, ain't it?
Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.
In this rural wasteland I feel I am not myself.
I have lost my rhythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
Trapped and tormented by your own wishes. I knew intimately how that felt; I was often strangled by the tyranny of my desires.
I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.
I felt lonely, and in full possession of my loneliness. It was the first time I had owned anything of value.
Troubled is a polite word for what I am.
I'm screwed up, mixed up, messed around, dive-bombing, crashing and burning.
found three thousand Unsullied
I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still
I never knew it was possible to be so miserable in so many ways.
Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful
I spent 8 months in deep distress.
Sometimes, I am sad and so bitterly lonely and at times, I feel useless, as if I cannot accomplish even the simplest task.
I am not made for despair
There is not even a Scrabble word for how bad I feel.
We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial - I believe we are lost.
I was enveloped in numbness, and absence of feeling so deep the bottom was lost from view.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
I had no idea how lonely I was until I wasn't lonely anymore.
I'm something that I used to be. I'm never where I feel I am, and if I seek myself, I don't know who's seeking me. My boredom with everything has numbed me. I feel banished from my soul.
Stark raving mad.
I'm so bored I could do something, but can't be arsed. I'm unmotivated as well as bored. It's a killer combination.
My life was wasted.
I was in misery, and misery is the state of every soul overcome by friendship with mortal things and lacerated when they are lost. Then the soul becomes aware of the misery which is its actual condition even before it loses them.
You've lost your muchness.
In idleness there is a perpetual despair.
wandered. Such has been my common
One of the most painful aspects of suffering is the loneliness of it. Others may offer support or empathy, but no one can walk the road to Moriah in our place.
Buckled under the weight of a loneliness so terrible I would have chosen death then if only I'd had such a choice.
I'm lost. I'm alone. I've got nowhere to go. Nowhere but home.
We have fallen through the surface and are deep in the trenches of need
I'm covered with loser dust.
I was cold, hungry, and in a hole in the ground. But at least I had my elven porn, damnit!
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
I am fairly tired
bored beyond endurance
by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him.
Sometime am feeling proud to have ma loneliness but, sometime am so feeling lonely.
...very lonely and, often, very unhappy, with the poignant misery that comes to lonely people who long to be social and cannot, somehow, step naturally and unselfconsciously into some friendly group
He felt empty and lost like he didn't belong anywhere.
Immobilization: A state, however mild or serious, in which you are not functioning at the level that you would like to. If feelings lead to such a state, you need to look no further for a reason to get rid of them.
It's a terrible feeling being lonely.
A cold sense of desolation lodged itself somewhere in the base of my throat, and suddenly I was no longer enraged or devastated, but terrified of the immense, throbbing loneliness that was only now closing like a vise on my internal organs.
I'm eclipsed by my role in the world
When I am not desperate, I am worthless.
I'm not alone in misery of soul.
ennui - that dreaded mire of the human emotions.
I am not well; I am tired with this comfortless estrangement from all that is dear to me.
practically in tears
Happy,Free,Confused,Lonley at the same timeTime-- Taylor Swift
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
screwed blued and tattooed
I have gone into the waste lonely places
Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.
I was miserable as a kid.
Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone ... Alone and lonely have the same root.
My body floated, loose from spent pleasure.
I was in that painful condition which occurs when one has lost one's first wind and has not yet got one's second.
Despair busies one, and my weekend was spoken for. I was going to lie down on the floor of my apartment in the draft of the air conditioner and spend two days and nights traveling a circuit of regret, self-pity, and jealousy.
I am ignorant and impotent and yet, somehow or other, here I am, unhappy, no doubt, profoundly dissatisfied ... In spite of everything I survive.
That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me.
I was very lost as a teenager. Which is a horrible way to feel.
I've been buried alive!
I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.
Sick and yet happy, in peril and yet happy, dying and yet happy, in exile and happy, in disgrace and happy.
He was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back.
Darling, I'm so unutterably bored as to be a hazard
At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.
There is no place to go and no one to be.
I'm also like a half-drowned woman on a wreck. No one to suffer with; no one to care for.