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#stfu jtkchu
jimkirkachu · 2 years
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nothing much, just obsessively pining for you at 4:30 in the morning even though you'll never love me, same old same old
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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Is it strange to simultaneously ache for someone to notice you but also hope to God that they never ever ever perceive you in any manner whatsoever?
e.g. "I want you to pay attention to me sooo so so desperately badly, but I also don't want you to know I even exist"?
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jimkirkachu · 1 year
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sometimes I think maybe I will try to look at / work on / actually finish one of the 1701 K/S WIPs in my drafts, or maybe attempt to put one of the K/S pictures in my head onto paper
and then I remember how very many K/S content creators there are; how much better than me most if not all of them are at the craft in question; how badly out of touch I am with the fandom / franchise; and how small, insignificant, and generally unlikable I am
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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Do you ever wonder what you must have done to get yourself blocked by someone you've never interacted with at all, or who used to [favorably] interact with your posts fairly regularly? (or are you normal, etc. etc.)
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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God bless the no-commentary "let's play" videos on y*utube that you can put on and have playing in the background while doing other stuff so it feels like your big brother or geographically distant internet friend is there with you playing your mutual favorite video games while you try not to think about how lonely and pitiful you are
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jimkirkachu · 1 year
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simultaneously incoherently excited about the possibility of top surgery
and
feeling guilty for not just resolving to keep enduring the pain + self-hatred and using that obscene sum of money on charitable donations or my niblings' education or something more selfless/helpful to the world
(and trying not to even think about the fact that I've never been under anaesthesia before so deep deep down I'm probably also mortally horrified by the prospect of being operated on)
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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if your neck hurts like a bastard, scream and swear—
👏 *fuck!* 👏 *FAAAHCK!!!* 😃👍
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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whenever I get a text message (very rarely), I get all excited, like, "oo, someone wants to talk to me??" but 99.4% of the time it's pornbot spam
and yet I still don't learn—like the moron I am, I continue to have hope every time even though it inevitably leads to disappointment
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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Here's the thing.
("Abandon all hope," etc. etc.)
I know you're never going to message me out of the blue, just wanting to get to know me with the hope of becoming friends and eventually more-than-friends. I know you're never going to fall in love with me, or write me letters, or rearrange your life to be near me. I'm a nobody, a mentally ill unemployed dogfaced loser who doesn't even know their own gender or sexuality, lives with their parents, and currently has no prospects of changing Any of those things (haven't had prospects for 4+ years now).
You are destined for fame, fortune, or at least Success; incredibly talented, so handsome I want to kill myself, intelligent, kind, creative, supportive, sweet—so, Going Places. You could already have your pick of any lover(s) or spouse(s) you could possibly want, with your charm and sensitivity. You're considerate, eloquent, passionate, fun... an overall Good Egg. And you're only just getting started.
We are separated by too much of the world, too few things in common (probably?), far too wide a difference in attractiveness, too much internet/not enough reality.
I know that I need to forget you, if for no other reason than the fact that I don't even know you to begin with. I know I need to forget the version of you my mind has crafted around what little I do know of you. I know that I need to move on and let go of this absurd fantasy of having you suddenly DM'ing me, wanting to know who I am behind all the pathetic depression posts and bad k/s fics (spoiler alert: I'm still nobody); being Totally Fine with how boring and needy I am and with my fear of phone calls/video chats; eventually asking for my phone number (for texting) and e-/snail-mail addresses so you can send me more and more affectionate missives; after several months or years making an impulsive decision to pack up everything you have and everything you've ever known to move across the world to be with me; finding out we do fit well together in person (not just online); getting along beautifully with my family and my cat and getting a steady [your_field] job that miraculously supports us both; snuggling with me under a squishy blanket while we watch crap movies that one of your colleagues recommended and I make stupid craft projects for our friends and your family (whom we visit as many times a year as possible [more and more as your inevitable success increases] because somehow they actually approve of me); then living happily ever after with me and our cat(s) and whatever other pets you might want because somewhere in this sequence of events you apparently lost your whole entire mind (maybe you got hit in the head with a brick. Or a bus. Or a fucking barge) and decided that being with me was somehow pleasant and desirable and fulfilling.
I know I need to hit ctrl+z and undo this entire imaginary lifetime of impossible events in my mind and forget that I ever dreamed of anything more than what I already have as a still single still purposeless still loser. I know I'm going to die alone (likely by suicide) once my parents have passed away because I'll have no means of supporting/taking care of myself and no one left to live for. I know I'll never be loved romantically (I've known that for decades). And I know you don't want or need to know any of this because our lives are literally never going to intertwine any more than they already have via, perhaps, an occasional "like" or comment on a post.
But God...
Sometimes I just want to hurt as deeply as I've ever been able to hurt, and the fairy tale of you is the only weapon that can pierce deep enough into my soul to draw blood from the chronically-aching void where my heart was once supposed to have formed.
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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Seriously, what am I supposed to do? (re: everything)
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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impromptu Saturday morning insecurity and inevitably consequent wondering why it has always been too much to ask just to have someone to snuggle with and gently run their fingers through my hair as we both drift back to sleep
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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I miss having things in common with my friends and family members who are now married and/or have children
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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just when I feel like I finally have the spoons to catch up on inbox asks, I have a close call almost-encounter with the Abuser and it screws me up the entire rest of the day
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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I need want a naptime buddy 😞
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jimkirkachu · 2 years
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happy pride
want to die
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jimkirkachu · 1 year
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and now for the latest installment in the "jtkchu is a conceited asshole" series:
my aunt died early this morning and all I can think about tonight is,
wow, [parent] got really frustrated when I mentioned that cute trans-Marty-McFly headcanon I saw and liked on tumblr and made them sigh and mutter "not again" under their breath while I speed-talked my way through the first thing I liked about it because I hadn't expected them to react with such utter disgust or irritation so I awkwardly deflected to a comment about one of the cats and have been desperately hoping since that moment that they just dismissed or forgot about it altogether
a.k.a. yes, I really am that self-absorbed. ~Literal death in the family~ is outweighed by ~boo hoo I said something stupid and got my feelings hurt~ 🤦 libra/balance my ass.
(...what a riot that my therapist has been attempting to boost my confidence enough to ask my parents to start using they/them pronouns for me, now that it's been over a year since I came out to them. I'm feeling now more than ever that I should just discretely squeeze myself back into the closet, and that I probably would have been better off never to have peeked out of it in the first place. 🤦)
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