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Death would be a blessing
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“To be on set for me is a dream. It’s where I thrive, to be able to have my creative family all working towards the same goal…Coming in at a 10/10, that’s when you can really imprint on culture. I always think it’s about changing the cultural DNA.” - FKA twigs in Practice via WEPRESENT
I was a user, an abuser, a manipulator, a liar (especially to myself), a thief, and a disloyal friend. I had let myself forget the processes necessary for any growth or positive change and let negative thoughts and emotions control my actions. I had let my sense of self dissolve and lost sight of the virtues that used to be more prominent in my character. I had let myself believe that my words and actions no longer affected other people because my habit of isolation made me feel disconnected from the rest of society. I starved myself from any physical, emotional or spiritual nourishment and relied on my vices to keep me numb to how toxic I was becoming. I was too much of a coward to confront my own feeling and put up a front in some attempt to make people believe that there was nothing wrong even when all evidence pointed to the contrary. Hopeless, helpless, and insecure, I felt the need to latch onto any form of stability that I could. Although I could sometimes tell when others had the sense not to swim too close to a drowning man, it still did not stop me from using peoples trust, kindness, or helpful nature to my advantage. But I never gained an advantage and only slid further into depression, loneliness and depravity. Even when someone did feel inclined to help me, I would not let myself be sincere or vulnerable enough to accept. I ignored good advice, declined invitations, and rejected helping hands more often than not. I regret that people that I care about had to witness my behavior ranging from petty to malicious and sometimes vicious. I am ashamed that I chose to poke fun at the traumas and fears of other people to try and shift my attention away from my own. I recognize that I projected my own inadequacies onto others that had wronged me in no way. I realize now that I objectified and degraded people in my selfish crusade for gratification, paying no mind to their feelings. I stopped listening to my conscience and lost sight of my moral compass and had forgotten my own values. I intentionally miscommunicated a lot of the time, out of fear of being sincere. And although I was aware of the stages of grief, still I was thoroughly unprepared for the way which they would effect me. and although it is hard for me to get out from under my defense mechanisms and the fact that I still feel undeserving of forgiveness, I would still be grateful for the chance to make amends where at all possible.
my deepest regrets and sincere apologies.
Inktober day 24: Bats!!
edit: this is not meant to romanticize mental illness or trivialize suicide. if you’re ever struggling, please reach out to someone you know and can trust. no matter what you’re going through, suicide is never the answer. you are deeply loved.
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A LOT HARDER THAN IT LOOKS
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I’m on medication that can make me spacey af, which can be a problem when I’m driving–like yesterday, for example, when my best friend was trying to help me avoid a pothole he said “to the left,” and I just mumbled “take it back now y'all” and hit the pothole straight on
Literally crying
this is my favorite post on this website
I appreciate those people who are just genuinely nice. Like their mindset is instead of making others miserable, they give people tools to better themselves because why not. Thanks for putting that good energy out into the universe.
Bless whoever made this.
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