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Sopro in ATEEZ's BAD + text posts (pt. 14/50)
"Our people have been slaughtered continuously for eight months, and the occupation army pours hellfire upon us, using its advanced arsenal against us, its planes, tanks, and all its weapons, while the world remains deaf and mute.
And yet when any action comes from our side, the oppressed, overwhelmed side, which is merely asking for the minimum standard of a free and dignified life, voices from even our nation, even some from our own people, condemning and denouncing.
What revenge other than this did the masses of our nation want? And if the masses of our nation want this, and it is our right to defend ourselves, what harm is there in that?"
-Yahya Sinwar, The Torn And The Carnation, page 389, 2004.
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Which one is your favourite? @thoughtstherapy
My favorite is 2. I like occasionally taking a day to do something on my fun list, such as go to the movies, to an arcade, or to the mall.
Walking, just going outside. Instant mood lifter.
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What’s something that gives your anxiety?
Making Phone calls
people
socializing
going into a public place
talking to someone i don’t know
going to a party for my parents’ friend
STANDING IN THE CHECKOUT LINE AT TARGET WHILE MY MOTHER IS GRABBING THE MILK
walking to the bus stop after leaving a little later than usual and worrying i’m gonna miss the bus
something unplanned being added into my schedule
having to order first when i’m in a group (even if i already know what i want)
Walking to school
riding a bike
being in a moving car
I hate endings and I hate beginnings and I hate turning the page and the chapter and closing the book and getting older and I hate it all. I still feel ten or eleven in my head. I sometimes read sad books just to make myself cry. I don't know why.
I miss everything and I don't know why.
I don't understand anything. Who said that the chemicals in my brain had to do this to me? Because that's all anything is. Chemicals chemical chemicals. Tiny atoms and quarks. What's the point? Why are we even here? Are you there, God? It's me.
Only I don't know who that is.
Are you there? Why? Why do I have to live? Why does anyone? Do you forgive people? Is there hell? A purgatory? Is the devil real? Is everything an allegory? Are you a metaphor? Do you punish atheists? Am I one? Why can't I ever get answers and only more questions and more questions and more and more and more?
I hate everything.
Why can't it all be okay? Why can't we all be okay?
Must not be separated