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“Anxiety can just as well express itself by muteness as by a scream.”
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Søren Kierkegaard
Who needs sleep anyway lolol
This blog is now a place for all my pessimistic thoughts. 'Cause nobody should have to listen to that shit. Irl or online. Stfu, me. Go write a blog post or something.
Here’s what I dislike the most about people taking their insecurities out on others:
I want to do that. Every time I look at my reflection I feel worse about myself. Every time. Every day. And I get more and more annoyed and infuriated with all the non-ugly people everywhere. Online. IRL. Talking about the kind of issues you have when you can stand yourself. When your biggest desire isn’t for someone, anyone, to find you attractive. Laughing without being concerned with hiding themselves behind hair and clothes. Not constantly hyperaware of every tiniest part of their physicality and who is nearby to witness it. I hate seeing that. Because I can’t have that. I’m so ashamed of how I look that I don’t even care about all the flaws of my personality. Like, there are plenty. But it’s nothing compared to what I see in the mirror. But I take it out on me. Not on others. Doesn’t matter how fucking beautiful they are, it’s not their fault I look like this. It’s not their fault nobody wants me. That nobody will ever want me back. So I hate it when I see people attacking others because of their own insecurities. Because I’m not allowed to do that. I hate that others can let themselves. If I can fucking keep my self-disgust directed at me, everyone should be able to. And yet they don’t. Please don’t ever let me stoop that low.