đź–¤THE TRUE MEANING OF UNHAPPINESS đź–¤
It is a hollowing, a kind of inner implosion where everything collapses inward. It isn’t sadness in the simple sense of crying or mourning; it’s a black, suffocating void where even tears dry up because they feel pointless. It’s waking up and feeling a weight before you even open your eyes,
It’s the kind of pain that’s not sharp but dull and endless, like a wound that never stops throbbing. You begin to envy even the tiniest flickers of joy you see in others because they seem like distant, unreachable stars.
At its deepest point, unhappiness isn’t just an emotion. It eats at identity, hope, and self-worth until you become a ghost of yourself, someone going through motions without any sense of purpose. The future stops being a promise and becomes a blank page you to afraid to write on!
It’s the quietest agony, but also the loudest inside your head. A paradox of emptiness and noise. You feel both nothing and everything at once.
That’s the ultimate form of unhappiness: a living absence, where you’re technically alive but not sure you’re really here.🖤
It’s the kind of pain that’s not sharp but dull and endless, like a wound that never stops throbbing. You begin to envy even the tiniest flickers of joy you see in others because they seem like distant, unreachable stars.
At its deepest point, unhappiness isn’t just an emotion. It eats at identity, hope, and self-worth until you become a ghost of yourself, someone going through motions without any sense of purpose. The future stops being a promise and becomes a blank page you to afraid to write on!
It’s the quietest agony, but also the loudest inside your head. A paradox of emptiness and noise. You feel both nothing and everything at once.
That’s the ultimate form of unhappiness: a living absence, where you’re technically alive but not sure you’re really here.🖤
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