do you read me, mayday! aeronaut to base. i confess i'm a mess, no egress; alone, hovering in space.
tati. twenty three. females.
i feel isolated from other people and i find them hard to connect with. as if who i thought they were never was actually them, you know? i find the whole concept of personhood enigmatic. when i try to get to know someone, and i feel like i am only a stretch of an arm away, when i can almost get to who they really are apart from who i think they are, when i can almost touch and feel someone at their very core, the whole thing escapes me all together and withers away and i feel alone again.