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im a cognitohazard.

fucked up sleep schedule girlie gang who up

on that stay up all night self isolation type shit

help

i dont know how to talk to people without seeming creepy and weird. i hate myself, i hate that im always either tired and nonverbal or open up too much and make a fool of myself.

i dont know how i made it this far.

my strength is returning. pushed myself to do some walking, managed to go much more than i thought i could, and i dont feel all that bad. is this healing?

how do you exist without the inevitable sense you've begun to oxidize and decay so far, that the people who once saw you as proud and energetic now struggle to engage due to the shell you now occupy, attempts at solace simply pushed away from the scars you have from the past

my soul is ugly and torn to shreds and i dont know what im doing anymore

today has been a success in making my birthday not feel like something i want to forget, or just pass off

my birthday wish is that anyone who has struggled to celebrate theirs from past or current events and people, gets the chance to have a happy birthday surrounded by loving and caring people as a day filled with coziness and comfort. you deserve it, you deserve to get your wishes, and you deserve to be comfortable

need job. pay good. easy on chronic fatigue. on job training. no experience required. find. then wake up.

kill world and all who make it hard.