when franz kafka wrote “i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me” and when sylvia plath wrote “can you understand? someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”

Writing is such a lonely profession. It’s asking to near-drown on a blank page over and over again.

when bts jimin comforted during the pandemic saying "remember, there is a person here in korea, in the city of seoul, who understands you."💜

I just cannot understand in general

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Simone Beauvoir same

and when Tom Petty wrote, “You don’t know how it feels to be me…”

It probably isn't so, but somehow we get this idea that there are people who can't be understood, people who can be understood perfectly, and we ourselves are in-between.

James Joyce's last words apparently were: "Does nobody understand?"

These are heartbreaking words that many human souls respond to ...writing them comforts others (whether they're in fiction or not)