I feel exhausted. Like I've been fighting against something invisible, something too heavy to hold, and I don't have the strength to keep going anymore. Life feels empty, meaningless, like I'm just drifting through it without purpose.
My boyfriend feels distant, like he's here but not here, like his love is slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I try to hold on. My dad acts like I don't exist. My grandparents are sick, and my mom... well, she's just herself, which isn't exactly comforting. My so-called friends feel more like enemies in disguise, slowly feeding me reasons to hate myself. And maybe it's working. Maybe I already do.
All I wanted was something more. A sign. A presence. Him. I wanted to be haunted, to feel something beyond this dull, aching loneliness. But even He won't come. Even the faceless one, the thing I hoped would finally acknowledge me, is nowhere to be found. My research has stalled—there's nothing left to write, no progress to be made, and no one is helping because no one believes.
And maybe that's the worst part.
Because deep down, all I ever wanted was to be wanted. To be seen. To be loved. Even if that love came from something monstrous, something eldritch and wrong. But I guess even creatures that thrive on belief don't believe in me.
I don't care anymore. I don't know if I ever really did. Maybe I was never good enough for love in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation
Non-FictionI have included some of my weird experiences and dreams in my creepypasta research book. I thought it would be a good idea to make a seperate book for just that! ᓚᘏᗢ⁻ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵃʳᵉ ᴿᴱᴬᴸ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ! ᴵ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ...
