Toska :
(n. Russian) A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for.

"Did you ever go clear?"

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Take care y'all.
Carry a pepper spray, or a pocketknife or even a lighter.
Don't trust easily; unfortunately everyday that goes by, this kind gets sicker either knowingly or else.
Just be informed and watch out.

I don't need drugs
I'm already six feet low
Wasted on you
Waitin' for a miracle
I can't move on
Feels like we're frozen in time
I'm wasted on you
Just pass me the bitter truth

Why do we love idealising so much we can't stop it? Lying to ourselves that something's good "deep inside" when it sucks big time.
There's no perfect form of anything or anyone; nothing can be absolutely pure, every saint is flawed and every demon can be open to charity.
"They meant well..." you DON'T know that. You can't possibly know that. I'm just as much of a bad person as I declare, as my actions declare.
We don't have to build idles, expectations so high that if they don't get met, we'll fall off hard enough not to reach the damage control.
The only affection that's real is the one where the flaws are mentioned but overlooked and loved because we're usually more than that.

*jibber jabber*