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#just a vent
cigsterwmeat · 6 months
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It's very unfair that my boyfriend isn't the type to get obsessed. Which makes me think that he doesn't or never will care about nor understand me.
Why am I the only one to suffer like this??
I cry too much because I love him.
Why can't he also constantly cry because he can't be with me???
He is able to live life normally without thinking much about me while I make decisions based on what he would think.
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i just need to rant rn so here I go. one of my teachers was doing a lecture today and he got sidetracked towards the end of the class and he got on the topic of working out. and like, yes, working out is important but he phrassed if more like "if you don't work out now, then you'll be fat not to far from now" and I've always been insecure and it just made me really upset because I don't work out and some of my friends do (their student athletes and stuff) and it made me feel mega insecure. I've always thought of myself as like the "not pretty" friend of at least the friend ppl wouldn't want to date and so this just made it worse plus I was talking with my friends and i said something i thought was funny but ig they didn't bc they didnt really laugh and even though they probably forgot it by like the next period im wanting cry bc it just nakes me feel so stupid and like out of my friend group im the one that is the least liked and even here I was contemplating just keeping this in drafts or deleting it bc it feels like im bothering ppl and I know other ppl have it way worse than me so it makes me wonder if I should even be open abt how i feel
sorry it's long and low-key depressing I just needed the get this out
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gtbutterfly · 28 days
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"butterflies" - gt story (vent)
this is a self indulgent vent/story post partially based off true events. I might delete it later, but I'll post it just to get it out.
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I don’t go to many social gatherings. I’m not very good at making conversation with people. Whenever I go to one, I feel like I’m just there, silently sitting in the corner of the group, while everyone else laughs and talks with each other. I could hardly even bring myself to use my own voice. I didn’t really know the people there that much. I wanted to, they all seemed to be friends with each other, but I was new to the group. I didn’t know if they wanted to know me better. They all seemed nice and accepting, but I still didn’t want to bother them any more than I already was with my presence. So I just stood there at the side of the group, not saying anything, a speck on the ground.
The gathering was for people of various sizes, giants, humans, tinies, etc. I mostly identified with the tiny crowd- it was ironic in a way, being small made me less noticeable, less of a bother. Even though I was just there, not contributing to the conversation at all, they still didn’t seem to mind because I hardly took up any space in the room. There were other tinies there as well, some of them were with me, on the floor staring up at the giants. Some of them were being held by them as they talked. Part of me was jealous of that. Part of me wanted to be held to, but I knew I couldn’t be. These people knew each other, maybe for years, and I was practically a stranger to them, what was even the point of being held if I wasn’t going to say anything to them anyway? So I just sat on the floor with some of the other tinies. I was sitting next to one when it happened. 
A giant picked me up. I was facing away from them, and their hand went under my arms and lifted me off the ground into their palm as they brought me to their face. The entire interaction may have lasted a couple of seconds, but it felt longer. There was this feeling in my stomach I didn’t recognize. It felt almost like nervousness, but in a positive way somehow. Like the feeling you get before going on a roller coaster and bracing yourself for the drop, but instead of fear or excitement, it was something else. At first I thought it could've just been the feeling of being off the ground, a feeling of weightlessness almost, or a pit in my stomach. It took me a while to find the proper words to describe what I was feeling as the giant held me in their soft hand; butterflies. I had butterflies in my stomach.
The giant turned me around towards their face. Their hair was long and pink, their eyes were massive and sparkly. They looked at me for a second, almost confused, confusion I had nearly mistaken for enamored, looking at me with their massive eyes, noticing me despite my size, and not being bothered by my silence, just looking at me, not romantically but just seeing me with their massive eyes and warm smile. They opened their mouths to speak.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to pick you up. I thought you were my friend.” The giant said embarrassingly, in a soft voice. “You don’t mind, do you?” It took me a couple of seconds to respond. Finally, I got my letters together.
“No, I don’t mind, it's ok,” I said, trying to hide what I was feeling. This was the first time a giant had ever picked me up. I didn’t really want the moment to end, even if they didn’t mean to pick me up in the first place. But I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew I couldn’t tell them to keep holding me, since we barely knew each other. I knew their real tiny friend was waiting on the floor to be picked up instead. But even though I knew these things, I had just a sliver of hope that I would stay in their hands, and that this feeling wouldn’t end.
“Oh, ok. I was just worried you’d have a problem with it, since not everyone is into this sorta thing, though most people are,” The giant said. They clearly knew the type of feeling tinies had to be picked up, at least for the first time. Was this what all the tinies with giant friends felt when they elevated them off the ground to talk eye to eye? Was this something I would only feel during the first time? What if I was never lifted again? What if this accident was the only time I ever get held up because I’m too much of a coward to ask these giants to just hold me, and I’m too shy to try making friends with any of them? I considered for a moment asking if I could still be held, but it was too late. They gently set me down on the ground and picked their actual friend up. 
I haven’t been the same since then. I’ve started trying to interact with these people more so I could be friends with them, so the giants would hold me and I could feel that way again. I haven’t been doing too well, I’ve been to a few other meetups and gatherings, but I still haven’t gotten myself to speak to them more. I’ve felt like apologizing for not making more of an effort, but I don’t want them to think I want them to feel bad for me. I don’t want to be pitied. Still, I don’t know if they would understand if I just asked them to pick me up, given they don’t know me that way. I don’t know if I really want to be friends with them, if I want to be around and talk to them, or if I just want to feel the way I did in that giant's hand again. Maybe those things are related to each other, but I have no way of knowing. I know they would probably be understanding and accepting of me, but I just don’t want to bother them. I don’t want to seem like I want them to feel bad for me, or be an annoying tiny that wants to be picked up, or a third wheel that just exists in the background. But I feel like I can’t be what they are to each other. I feel like I can’t be a good friend to them, like I’m just there and not contributing anything, or getting in the way. I know they wouldn’t feel that way towards me, I know they would want to be nice and get to know me more, and they wouldn’t think I’m getting in the way just with my presence alone. but I don’t think they would consider me a friend, just someone they know, or know off. So until they do, I’ll try to keep being there, and not getting in the way, just being a speck on the ground, not part of the conversation.  Maybe one day, though, I will be able to talk to them. Maybe one day, they will know me enough to consider me a friend. Maybe one day, they’ll hold me like they do the tinies they’ve known for years, even if I don’t talk or contribute anything. But I don’t know if they would want to do that. I don’t know if I deserve to be held again at all. 
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injuries-in-dust · 9 months
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So, I've been told, someone at work has a crush on me.
I don’t know why.
I'm told they like my kind personality.
I still don't get it.
I'm a life-long loser and a slacker.
I live paycheck to paycheck.
No prospects. No future.
What would anyone see in me?
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bunnyluvr25 · 2 months
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I need to stop being so nice to people. It only gets me hurt in the end ✌🏼
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radicalkhaleesi · 11 months
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honestly the fact that there’s a trans flag emoji should tell you they’re the least oppressed. we got the rainbow flag emoji and then almost immediately got the trans flag.
where’s the bisexual flag? lesbian flag? i guarantee if we get any other pride flag emojis they’re gonna be some weird gender shit or the ace flag.
the fact that everyone is included with the rainbow flag but the trans nutjobs need their own special separate flag should tell you we’re not the same.
drop the t
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crimsontentacles · 4 months
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My mom: reacts to every plan or project I share with her by listing what is wrong with it and all the ways that it can be done Better (according to her tastes and standards) before asking for any kind of context or intent
Also my mom: "I don't understand why you are upset, I'm just trying to help!!!"
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piney-45 · 6 months
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i hate nothing more than when people tell me what my problems are
i know myself. i know my problems. you dont know what goes on inside my head. you dont know my life, either.
i hate. it when people tell me who i am.
i know who i am, so respectfully, shut the fuck up.
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bisexualdazaiosamu · 2 years
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Really hate how bisexual discourse has gotten to a point where bisexual activists have to write paragraphs on paragraphs just to define bisexuality. The damage y’all have done to what was otherwise a simple, clear explanation for a unique orientation that simply encompassed attraction to multiple genders. Like god. You all make it so hard for bisexual people to just exist. Why do we have to keep explaining explaining explaining? Why do we have to talk so much for people to hear so little? Why do you devalue us and our histories constantly?
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cigsterwmeat · 3 months
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Nobody likes me when I am doing good.
My fucking face ruins everything.
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depression n stuff
something that sucks about depression is your brain like shuts down, you don’t have motivation to do self care, showering, brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, etc. and that makes you insecure about your slobbish looks and from the outside everyone thinks your just being lazy so they call you lazy, and(considering I’m still a child) parents punish you for being lazy by grounding you, so now you can’t talk to any of your friends for who knows how long. And to go along with that, you already hated yourself but hnow your isolated from people who comfort you, and you look and act like a slob, and people call you a slob and that causes self resentment and sometimes that stuff gets so bad you cry for 8 hours “ripping” at your skin and everytime you get a glimpse of yourself in any reflective surface it reminds you of how disgusting and revolting you look and makes you hate yourself more. And then even when it gets “better” the cycle just restarts the second something goes wrong.
anyway how is everybody doing 😎
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celestial-otter · 4 months
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i feel shitty. i don't want to seem ungrateful for the gifts that people did get me but i didn't get the one thing i asked for for weeks and there's no chance to ever get the gift now. it just feels so shitty and like what i say isn't valued or even listened to. do i even matter to people
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spooxie · 9 months
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im kinda tired of trying to make more friends online. i meet people in discords and i talk to them and then it gets to the point i’m never messaged first by them and i’m always asking how are they and what they up too but i never really get it back.
i know people can be busy but sometimes it’s hard not too feel unwanted. i have like 2 close friends i trust a lot but when i try out myself out there to make more i feel like a pain.
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TW: mentions of mental health struggles, SH and $uicid€.
What I hate most about non horror fans or people who aren't really into the genre is that some people live them for a deeper meaning such as myself. A few years ago I was going through a really hard time in my life struggling with alcahol addiction, SH addiction, depression, PTSD, BPD and schitzophrenic episodes.
At that time in my life I honestly thought that nothing would help me and then that's when I was again introduced to horror. For context when I was about 3 years old I watched Jaws and that's what started my love for horror. Anyway back to the story. I bought the Friday the 13th box set to start my collection.
When I watched them I felt like I had something to focus on and hold on to and seeing how Jason's new life started with trauma I understood that so much. And then I bought so many other movies like the evil dead, nightmare on elm street etc.
I felt so comforted and I felt less alone watching the movies and my mind didn't focus on all the bad stuff but on the characters on screen that i was watching.
At that time in my life as well I was suicidal and watching horror movies stopped me from leaving the world because they helped me drift away and give me enjoyment I thought I would never have in my life again.
My family didn't really notice or care about what I was going through so they were never really there. But Jason, freddy, Michael, ash etc were there for me and made me feel comforted in some sort of way and I wish people understood that for some people the love for the horror genre is so much deeper.
Love you all and I hope you're all doing ok ❤🖤
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littenstinymittens · 3 months
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is my art just shit or something, at this point it's really demoralizing.
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