When i was a kid i was genuinely devastated that fnaf or furries werent real and i wish I still had those problems
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When i was a kid i was genuinely devastated that fnaf or furries werent real and i wish I still had those problems
You have to develop a certain level of self hate to truly love Alphys as a character
Why do I feel performative when I make vent art?? It’s so embarrassing and it never ends up meaningful.
Im sad
Its about lot of small things and old things and things I dont even know about yet
Why didnt anyone notice
Why didnt anyone do anything
Why didnt they say anything
Im like kris deltarune in the way that im chopped and kinda evil
Idk why im jealous
Idk why im jelly
Idk why im jellyous
Honestly I have a lot of bad thoughts but my fear of consequence and hope for improvement is so prominent I never act on anything so yayyy
But also how do I stop the thoughts
TW
Another thing I hate is that i cant even sh
I hate blood. the thought of it all makes me want to throw up
I once got dizzy over basically a scratch
So yeah idk
It feels like every day I find out the things i struggle with are caused by my ADHD. Inability to sleep? ADHD. Outbursts of anger? ADHD. The innate feeling that nobody truly enjoys my presence? Probably ADHD.
I dont appreciate things enough. I dont appreciate anything enough
I hate being sensitive. I never know if my feelings are justified. Im so easily happy angry or sad. I just want to be normal
I have a reoccurring thought of the hypothetical my friends read my journal
Would I be humiliated or relieved?? Would they pity me or be put off? Would it ever mean anything???????
Im doing confrontation oh god my heart i cant im gonna explode
tried being vulnerable and completely embarrassed myself
I dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care
What do I do if the one thing I’ve always wanted to do is becoming obsolete?