a letter to no one

my greatest achievement in life is being widely known as a chronically lonely individual.

loneliness in itself is nothing to be celebrated, but one must be diligent with their efforts to become recognized for their feelings rather than their actions.

truth be told, i find myself in a perpetual state of mourning for the wasted potential of connection.

i think of all the friends i lost before i revealed my collection of stuffed penguins or how good of a baker i occasionally am.

my heart breaks at the friendships that never come to fruition just as much as it does for those that consumed me, my food, and my secrets, leaving nothing but dirty dishes and dried tears behind.

despite of it all, i long for the souls –however many– that may feel these words with the kind of anguish that should never be concealed. i pray for the revelation of a new kind of will or force that will bring us together so we can feel everything, endlessly and passionately and shamelessly.

are you like me?