When I get sad because the lonely feeling comes, I know it will only last a couple of hours or a day at most.
I am worried because it's been longer than a day.
It's too long.
I don't know why I cried.
I don't know why I still want to.
I should be okay.
I am okay.
I am beautiful.
I am perfect.
I have been alone for so long and I love it.
I loved it.
The fact that I am not loving it so much is driving me insane.
I am alone not only because I romanticized it.
I am alone because I know I am meant to be.
That's why I exist.
I am supposed to be alone.
This has always been my meaning.
This has always been my reason.
If anything, more than that then I am an object of desire.
An art piece.
I am okay with people lusting for me.
I am okay with being a slut. A whore.
At least I am useful.
At least I am unforgettable.

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ALONE (Nymfia's dairy)
Randomwatch what happens when Nymfia stays alone for far too long.