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Things I don’t like about myself
I always say I hate attention but I love it.I like to joke about the tragedies in my life.I love it when people feel sorry for me. I love to talk about my problems with other people.  I think by laughing at my pain that others will see me as strong and I’ll get more pity from them. I love pity. I love to be pitied. I tell all my friends the stories of my grandparents dying, my pets getting killed or my family breaking apart, and I don’t want them to forget it so I turn it all into jokes, maybe jokes that they want to hear again. I want my problems to ring in the ears of other people, so they might ask me to tell them again.
“Hey man tell us how your pets died again”
“Ha ha sure thing. It all started with this chihuahua I had way back……”
And there I go for another hour, telling the tales of my losses.
People think I’m funny. I’m not funny, and I don’t care how many people tell me I am.I am not funny. I’m just a leech, I’ve never came up with anything original in my life. I’m incapable of doing so. I can’t create something new I can only take bits and pieces from others and mash them together. It’s disgusting. No I’m not someone you should laugh at. What did the audience ever even hear from me, oh a wacky sound, oh a controversial political opinion in a funny accent. Fuck me. I make myself sick. All I am is a leech, no, less than a leech, I’m just a copy, a mimic. Even a leech has ability all it’s own. Not me. I have no talents, no gifts, and no drive or willpower to develop one. I’m just a lump, a pile of unmolded clay drying in it’s container. I squander my own potential an then have the gall to blog about it like some dramatic little bitch.  Oh how original, airing your problems on tumblr for all the world to see, hoping someone sees it and offers help. What am I even doing. I’m losing steam. I was angry at myself but now I’m just feeling sadness. Just overwhelming sadness. If i wasnt typing right now I’d just be sitting here, in my room doing nothing. Just nothing. I’d just sit in my chair and I’d stare, to sad or unmotivated to sleep, or eat, or do anything fun. I’d just sit here and star and stare and stare.
Found a new sore spot for myself.
I have stories you know, like original stories, and I know that contradicts what I typed above but that was a different me, a different emotion. No i have a story in my mind and I love it. It a sci-fi tale that I’ve been thinking about for the last 6 years at least. I’ve tried so many times to write it down but there’s something wrong with me. I just can’t do it. Whenever I go to write I just lose it, it vanishes from my mind. All gone. That not true, what actually happens is a number of things. I’ll go to write it and suddenly this cool idea just seems so dumb. All my drawings and stories get erased and torn up because after I write or draw something I hate it. i hate everything I make. I hate it all so much it never comes out right. The dialogue is clunky, the plot makes no sense, I an’t figure out what I want to happen.l can’t picture anything in my mind. All i see is black. I don’t even have dreams when I go to sleep. I can’t remember anything, names faces, conversations. I always have this god damn headache. Every single night without fail I just get so sad. i can usually stave it off by talking to a friend over the internet though. It feels so good you know, to hear the voice of someone who understands you. I have a friend who understands me, and they know more about me than anyone else on earth. Not my family, certainly not my parents, my friends knows the real me. The me that I hate. The messed up me. The perverse me who prides himself by how neatly organised his depraved porn collection is, the disgusting me who masturbates to drawings. The pathetic me who is so afraid every body that he’s never had date or even tried to get one.
I am lonely on purpose. I do it to myself because I’m scared.So scared of people. I have friends yeah, but I always feel like some needy puppy when I’m around them. i feel like they dont really like me, even the friend who I said knows everything about me. I feel like I’m a bother to everyone, but that’s just friendships, its worse for love. I’m 19, still young, but I’ve never been on a date, and what’s worse is I’ve never tried to get one. I just don’t know how. how do you just talk to someone you’ve never met before, how do you initiate friendship, how do you initiate romance. I’ve never made friends with people, I always wait for people to make friends with me. I have no idea how to talk to a new person. how do you just walk up someone and talk to them without being creepy. Do compliment them on their clothes? will they think that i was staring at them? Do I try to join in their conversation? Wont that make them think I was eavesdropping? how the fuck do you talk to people? How god damn it? I don’t think I’ve ever started a conversation in my life.
I’m not one for self diagnosis but something is wrong with me. I feel like I’m going crazy. I feel like I Can’t go to anyone with this. They’ll think I’m loony, they’ll put me on watch lists. They’ll think I’m dangerous. i’m not dangerous, I’m just sad. I ruined my chances though of getting help. Let me tell you about that.
This is my absolute greatest pain in life. My parents splitting up, my grandparents dying, all my animals getting killed. None of that matters, if I could stop any of that from happening, I wouldn’t, instead I’d stop what I’m about to tell you from happening. I was going through my mothers box of memories from when my brothers and I were much younger. I found a note from my first grade teacher in a folder about how much she enjoyed having me in class all those years ago. So i thought it would be really cool if I found my teacher on Facebook and sent her the note and caught up with her. I’m very sentimental, I get sad throwing away old pen, so I thought this would be a fantastic way to connect back with someone from my past. but GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DID I FUCK UP. I sent her the note and told her who I was. She was thrilled to get my message and we chatted back and forth for a couple of days and all was good. however, there were a couple of outlying problems, a few confounding variables, you see, sometimes meanings get lost through faceless text conversations. So when I told her “I had a bad memory” Instead of me not being able to remember anything, it was taken as me being a troubled child with a memory of a bad event. Maybe you can see where this is going. Oh but that’s not the worst part by any means at all. When I tell you this next thing your going to think I’m the dumbest piece of shit to ever walk the planet. you’re going to wonder how I even survive. Holy shit its so bad. Ok, I have a poor memory, I can’t remember a dang thang. What I failed to mention, and I know you don’t like this word, is that I am FUCKING RETARDED. I wanted this teacher to supply me with something to help me jog my memory of this school hadn’t gone to in over 10 years. So in my infinite fucking wisdom, I asked her to take a picture of a map of the school and send it to me. So if  I told you that a possibly troubled kid just randomly sent a messaged out of the blue asking for a a teacher for map to a school he hasn’t been to in over 10 years, what do you think that means? Well, to people unlike myself, who have normal functioning brains, that sounds like a guy who want to come and shoot up an elementary school.So I got some calls from some police departments, got some calls from my family, left work, cried a bunch, beat myself up and stopped using Facebook. The greatest pain I’ve ever experienced in my life was, and is, the pain of knowing that my idiocy, and my bumbling, caused people out there to feel unsafe. It hurts so bad knowing that my stupidity killed the peace of mind of others. I’m so sorry. I have a fear now, you know? i’m paranoid, I think It’ll happen again. i’ll open my mouth and hurt somebody. So ever since then, I don’t talk to people as much. I go to work, don’t speak unless spoken to. Go to class, don’t speak unless spoken to. Visit family, don’t speak unless spoken to.
I’m not having a good time, but, I don’t know. Could be worse.
now I’m going to put some tags on this wall of text because I want people to read this.
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reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to
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Hetty & Trevor | Ghosts 3x06
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hmoney emotional huet comfort your honor
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yall i was kidding
K so we all need to agree on a Flower/Nancy ship name
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#A win for the bisexual polyam bitches (it's me I'm bitches)
CBS GHOSTS | THE TRAVELING AGENT
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HELP
If anyone hurts my blorbos then I am throwing hands
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Pete and Hetty BETTER make it out of this alive
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Ghosts S03E09 | The Traveling Agent
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If anyone hurts my blorbos then I am throwing hands
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Pete and Hetty BETTER make it out of this alive
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Ough hetty. The way she holds her neck when she's scared. Augh baby girl
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Actually SO UPSET that they didn't revisit anything about last ep today
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I love you so much. That was actually just me being lazy. I love this reblog. I love you random lady with the same name as me <3<3 Noels unite in ghosts Fandom
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Sacrificing my dignity by posting some hetty doodles
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Pete's gonna come back right???? RIGHT??????
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K so we all need to agree on a Flower/Nancy ship name
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I was getting mad because I have a really hard time drawing humans but I want to make more Ghosts fanart so bad but then realized I can just. Do whatever I want. If I'm a furry artist I can just draw them as furries. My city now.
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finished up an old flower sketch from january <3 she's just a little guy
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Sacrificing my dignity by posting some hetty doodles
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