
Years of Wretched Sobbing
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Years of Wretched Sobbing *
Years of Wretched Sobbing is, well, exactly what it sounds like—a collection of raw, unfiltered thoughts and emotions that come from living, loving, losing, and overthinking my way through life. It’s a space where I let my heart spill onto the page—whether through poetic ramblings, reflections on the absurdity of being human, or just trying to make sense of it all.
This blog isn’t here to offer solutions or preach positivity; it’s more like an open journal for anyone who’s ever felt too much, thought too much, or cried a little too often. It’s for the overthinkers, the romantics, the serial feelers. For anyone who’s felt small in a world that demands too much and gives so little in return. For those who’ve wretchedly sobbed behind locked doors and lived to tell the tale.
So, welcome. Stay as long as you’d like. Maybe you’ll find something that feels familiar, something that makes you laugh, cry, or nod along in quiet understanding. This is my space, my story, but if any part of it resonates with you, then it’s yours too.
“For the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.”
