It really is so sad that I have to daydream to cope with life.
And I’ve done it for so long now that nothing in reality will ever be enough because it isn’t just like my daydreams..
Sure it may be the safest coping skill but it also has taken me away from experiencing life like I want too. I know they aren’t the healthiest of choices I’d make but at least I would have some fun memories!
But tbh I don’t think my life would have been great either way, I have like 5 disorders that make socializing a problem & my self esteem a problem.
In conclusion my life sucks and I won’t ever be able to replicate my daydreams into reality and reality will always suck for me.
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(VENT!)
(Triggers: Suicidal ideation and thoughts and talk of it. Talk of PJ'S daycare. Depression, mental illness, all of this happening to a kid!)
When I was... maybe eleven, twelve? I watched PJ'S daycare, and all I can remember thinking is, when it got to the Geno part?
That, that's what I was feeling. That's what I wanted, I wanted to be in Geno's place, I was suicidal.
And, uh, I wasn't the same after that. It was kinda my first introduction into suicide...
Honestly, I still get that way occasionally.
I sometimes want right stand on a bridge, on a very foggy day and have it raining. Or be night with a full moon and harsh breeze, I want to... I dunno, I wanna have a taste of not having to be here sometimes.
But I won't, I made a promise to a very special person, that I'd stay alive. I'd stay alive until the day I die, normally. Not by my own hands.
...It was weird, putting a label on it. Suicidal. It was weird for me knowing that I wasn't mentally okay, that I had issues and was fully aware of them.
Anyways that was plenty of years ago, I'm surprised I even remembered. But... I dunno, for all the bad Rouge has done, and the bad in PJ'S daycare. It started my journey to, well, not killing myself. So... that's cool?
Sorry, I just needed to vent lol.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m not real. My body is not my body, and my voice is not my voice. I look in the mirror and watch a strangers movements. Every actions feels as though I am merely floating inside of this body. It’s not mine, I only inhabit it. My voice sounds like a strangers whenever I talk. Is this me? I feel like a ghost possessing the body of another.
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i love being abused. i love the nostalgia of the sad, hopeless feeling, being told im bad and selfish and annoying over and over again. its comforting. even if its softer, if theyre just immensely disappointed and frustrated with me and send me off, maybe even neglect me a little bit.. it feels so good. i love curling up and feeling alone. its not a kink or a fetish, my brain is just so damaged and wired backwards, i think. i need it back. i need some sort of attention.
gentleness doesnt make me feel loved like it should. i either feel like im being lied to and/or i wait for the day they snap and hate me. i love being threatened with violence. i love being told that no one cares about me or will care about me but them, or maybe not even them. i hate that that is the only thing that can fulfill me but i love it so much at the same time.
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i’m literally going to kms if my grades and attendance rate don’t rapidly improve like right now (i don’t have the ability or motivation to put in the effort i need in order for that to happen)
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