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leeb-leefuh-lurve · 10 months
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Idk I don’t think I have existed yet this year
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feralboo-the-weirdo · 7 months
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I do not feel real. The world is going on around me but I am a stranger.
An outsider.
I don't feel real. Not really. I know I am, but sometimes I wonder.
I cannot focus, if this isn't real, what is?
The world runs in circles around accomplishments I have yet to see.
I cannot focus, my body is here but my mind is away.
Thoughts are broken. Fragmented, like a million comma splices.
I feel so alone here. Everyone else seems to feel real, but I feel so odd, like a ghost haunting a body, wondering if someone will notice.
There is no one to tell. No one understands.
How do you explain that nothing feels real? That it all feels like some sort of dream you have to wake up from at some point but never do.
Does the rest of the world exist? Is it all a figment of my half insane mind? How would I know?
I wish I could stop this feeling. Finally feel life finally get everything done I need to.
But... I suppose that's why I'm here anyway. So much to do, enough time. So. Why. Can't. I. Focus?
I have to hide these feelings. No one can know how much of an outsider I truly am.
I told them. They dont care. Don't know what to do. Don't know what's wrong with me.
I wish I knew. But an explanation wouldn't fix me. Nothing truly does.
They're to busy to care anyway. Trying to fix themselves, put a band aid over a crack in a large dam.
How do you ask for help if no one can help you?
I do not feel real. Time is slipping away.
I've done nothing.
I wish I could. But my mind is so fractured, so frazzled nothing seems to process, to matter.
There is so much I must do.... So I suppose I do none of it.
Time goes so slow. But they day is half over.
I wish I felt real.
I wish my life mattered more to me.
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bobsten · 11 months
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UghhHhHhH why doesn’t anyone hit me up
kill my asssssss
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never-enough-13 · 2 months
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lil-goddess · 1 year
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milkbloodguts · 1 year
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Meat Bouquet
I have the desire to tear apart my flesh and stylistically rearrange it into something more aesthetically appealing, like a bouquet of raw dripping meat. I long for the sense of control that comes from dissecting myself, assembling myself, and removing the parts of myself that I hate, just like I peel away the fat on my morning bacon. Please just give me the relief of control, I am so sick of wanting to rip out my own spinal cord.
-H.R.
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buniidraws · 23 days
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revenge-is-dead · 1 year
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Welcome to Revenge Is Dead! Where you get all of your multimedia content and brain rot. My commissions are now open with unlimited slots, DM me for inquiries!
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I have to many headmates so I ain't listin em
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blrrblog · 9 months
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Étranger Familier
A familiar stranger visits me in my slumber. In the world of my dreams, our love is so true.
In my eyes, he is a man who holds all my desires and needs as if they were his own.
I long for his love, his passion and his touch.
For when he holds me, he fills the void that has been in my heart for as long as I can remember.
I know he's just a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my yearning for a connection I've yet to find.
But I can't help but long for his lips and breath against mine, as if they could make me whole again.
In my dreams, I don't see his eyes, but I could feel them sparkle, as if the stars in them were his joy.
I don't hear his voice, but it's a soft and sweet whisper, a tone like honey.
I don't feel his touch, but it's a feeling so unique, like a fire burning just for me.
This love that I can't seem to find is alive in my dreams.
But when I wake up, and my body knows he won’t be there,
A part of me dies again.
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leeb-leefuh-lurve · 4 months
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feralboo-the-weirdo · 11 months
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Being such a deeply caring person is just so frustrating sometimes because you put your heart and soul into caring about things but you know no one will ever care about things like you do and it's just... annoying. Like I try to be a good listener because I know what it's like to have people just not give a crap. But now no one listens to anything I have to say and it's just so... disheartening. Like I wish someone listened to me the same way I listen to them. but I know no one will care the same way I do and it makes me so sad.
Half of my depression probably comes from this ^.
And then I have to shove all my emotions and feelings away so I can deal with everyone else's and then when I do feel my emotions again I just feel so much at once and it's just horrible. like either I have a breakdown or I disassociate. Emotions are just hard sometimes. like I wish I had the freedom to feel them like everyone else does. it's just people need me to be available and they just aren't available to listen to me. Also, I know I'm going to get exploited for how well I listen and how much I care and I'm pre-exhausted. Caring so deeply about things is terrifying. but not caring is worse. It's an inescapable paradox, and a game I wish i didn't have to play.
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never-enough-13 · 2 months
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ovrgrwn · 1 year
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There are parts of my soul that don’t exist on this plane of reality
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etherealmxdnesss · 2 years
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꧁~••• || Cybergender || •••~꧂
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🫀: A xenogender originally made for people who dissociate about life not being real/life being a simulation, but can be used by anybody. You can use this if you relate to cyber web/cyber net, if your gender feels like it's loading in/downloading new genders, and/or if you feel like a part of a simulation.
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Coined by: Me!
Feel free to use!
Requests are open!
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dabe-strudel · 1 year
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My coworker sending me words of encouragement
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eric-sadahire · 1 year
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I don't "zone out". Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.
Reality is one of the hundred tabs I keep running at any given time.
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