vampire empire - big theif
small blurb in response to my brain being mean and torturing me with trauma memories and thoughts of the void. vampire theif sounds like being in a battle with past traumas and current feelings that swirl in your mind.
tw; depression, suicidal ideation and desires, isolation, mentions of not eating, spiral of bad thoughts. angst. probably not comfort.
you felt like a void creature was slowly eating away at your will to exist and go on. you felt worthless, like scum--someone who'd be better off thrown away. and perhaps your behaviors mirrored this. short temper, isolation, lack of self care, refusal to eat. it was an downhill climb that happened and you didn't realize until it was too late.
granted it was triggered by a lot of various things; you didn't feel valid in the way you were feeling. you have more than some others, so you shouldn't feel this way.
you wonder what would happen if you didn't wake up. would you be found? would wilbur miss you? would your sister even bat an eye? it was tempting, but you'd never do it. there were countless times in your childhood that you almost did it, but you didn't want to die. you just didn't want to hurt.
you don't want to hurt. you want to be happy. you want to have happiness.
but you don't deserve it, do you? all of that work for nothing, all of the hours of therapy and self help and nothing. just a hole, a pit of death wishes.
you sat up in your bed, staring blankly at the wall as your mind swam with endless thoughts of black nothingness. what you desire, or rather what you think you desire.
you don't want to die, you just want it to end. those are two separate things.
you felt fully out of control, spinning thoughts that pull you each and every way and you can't even begin to stop it all. you want it to stop.
stop
stop
stop
end it.
you wipe the pool of tears in your eyes, away with the heel of your palm. taking a shaking breath you retreat back under the covers, contemplating grabbing your phone.
no one cares enough to say anything, you're sure.
you don't know how many days you've been rotting away. you used to not be able to isolate, but now it's all you do.
you wonder if wilbur noticed.
did grace?
they have lives, you're the least of their concern.
it's fine. that's fine.
it's all fine.
fine is a lie
what is there to lie about? to lie to?
what if you just, checked?
maybe they were worried. maybe they did care.
you opened your phone, blank, nothing.
that's okay, it's okay.
are they okay?
they're fine, they're okay.
they're happy.
you're not.
that's okay. it's all okay.
you turn on your back, staring at the ceiling.
is there a point? should there be a point? surrounded by people, yet the love feels like ounces compared to the pounds of hatred.
an endless spiral of never ending thoughts and pain.
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i dont like how easily algorithm-based social media shows you disturbing and horrible things. i was just hangin out on insta looking at baking videos and then i get true crime/child sex trafficking victims/nightmare photoshop/natural disaster/school shooting literally one after the other...who does this benefit. who is this helping. why is it designed to do this.
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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.
sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.
you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.
it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.
but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.
they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.
they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.
barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.
and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.
but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.
they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!
this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.
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