by The Inked Ribbon
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@breakthec-ycle
by The Inked Ribbon
Maybe I should try to keep this job? Idk I am so sad... On one hand if I actually manage to keep it for longer, it means I am secured job wise and financially, maybe i can move out of my house which is affecting my mental health really badly and hopefully get a cat.
But if i keep this job, bye bye art school, bye bye art dreams because I would have no time neither energy for what I want to do.
One one hand, survival and harsh reality... On the other, hopes, dreams and reasons to live... No matter what I choose sounds bad. If I try both, like I am currently trying to... Burn out and losing both around the corner...
I am literally at a crossroads with no correct answer...
big fan of whatever the youth is doing to torment scientology buildings
ieri ho visto un video di una ragazza che diceva "quanto vorrei dare la mia vita a qualcuno che ha voglia di viverla" e l'ho sentita dritta nel petto perchƩ e esattamente quello che non riesco a dire io ad alta voce
guy who's having gauzy idealized wife flashbacks for the whole adventure but it turns out she isn't dead or anything he just really misses her and wants to get home
would you rather have one cigarette for 5 dollars or 500 cigarettes for 5 dollars
500 people lusting over you cant compare to one person adoring your whole existence
I think my brain is playing two truths and a lie, except it forgot to include the lie.
Everything feels true at the same time and Iām just standing here like ??? cool cool cool.
My best friend was supposed to pay me back today. I even gave her extra time because I knew she was struggling. Tried to be understanding, tried to be soft about it.
But now itās the 15.
And I need that money for a bill.
So now Iām split like a badly written plot twist.
One version of me is pacing in circles like:
āif her words donāt mean anything then SHE doesnāt mean anything. cut her off. block. vanish. become folklore.ā
And the other version of me is sitting there holding a tiny emotional teacup like:
āyou love her kid. you love her family. are we really about to go nuclear over $177???ā
Meanwhile Iām in the middle like:
girl⦠pick a personality.
And I know exactly what this is.
This is that part of me that expects disappointment like itās scheduled. Like my brain already set a reminder:
āhey just a heads up, theyāre probably gonna let you down šā
So when it happens, even a little, it doesnāt feel little.
It feels like:
oh. of course.
there it is.
I knew it.
Disappointment doesnāt knock politely for me.
It kicks the door in wearing abandonment issues and starts rearranging furniture.
So yeah, my brain goes extreme real fast.
āIf she didnāt follow through, sheās not shit.ā
But if I slow down for two seconds⦠thatās not actually what I want.
I donāt want to lose people.
I want people to mean what they say.
I want to not feel dumb for trusting someone.
Thatās the real wound. Not the money. Not even the situation.
Itās the feeling of āwas I stupid for believing you?ā
So right now Iām trying something different (and it feels illegal, honestly):
just⦠facts.
I asked respectfully.
Today is the agreed date.
She hasnāt responded yet.
I donāt know the full story.
Thatās it. No dramatic music. No burning bridges (yet). No main character meltdown⦠okay maybe a small one.
Iām trying not to let a triggered moment make a permanent decision.
Because maybe this isnāt a ācut them offā situation.
Maybe itās a āwait, communicate, and then decide if trust needs to be⦠downgraded to the free trial versionā situation.
Anyway.
If anyone needs me, Iāll be here,
experiencing emotions in 4K ultra HD,
trying not to delete entire people over a single scene.
character development is exhausting.
learning to accept because what else can I do
sorry to be aromantic but i need more stories w characters who get absolutely no romantic interests, plots, or romantic ending ā¼ļø gimme ppl w complex interpersonal relationships put into emotional life situations ā¼ļø but they all get zero bitches ā¼ļø
No puedo disfrutar nada.
Siempre termino sintiƩndome mal, incluso de las cosas buenas.
07.04.2026
idk if I've told this story on here before but one time I was sitting at my desk at work and a random dog I'd never seen before strolled into my office and curled up at my feet. and I was like oh you are adorable but what the fuck?
then a woman knocked on the door and said "oh I'm so sorry he's a therapy dog he's trained to seek out people in severe distress"
and I was like right okay, just getting my whole life drive-by roasted by a dog then