Unscathed and Unloved

Weekly Diary Entry

Self-hatred turned to discomfort;

Discomfort to avoidance;

Then avoidance to nausea;

And nausea turned to such bitter loneliness.

The disgust felt for myself has been left to fester for far too long, and I have become a bruised wasteland of lust and unfulfilled daydreams.

Waiting for a love I’ve never received—one I don’t have for myself.

Waiting for pleasure and touch I’ve never known how to give myself or others.

Waiting for you but you never come—I only ever find you inside of me.

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.