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Alone again, this time it is physical and mental.
me when toph invented metalbending:
By Lucas Turnbloom
The further he moves from me in his bed the further space I make in my head.
So many days
Feel so damn good, but so many others not. The night becomes morning because I once again could not silence my thoughts and calm my soul into sleep.
I lie awake next to someone who thankfully has gotten himself to sleep. A troubled head with a beautiful soul just looking to protect the ones he loves whilst managing his temper in between.
That sentence scares me well maybe not the sentence but the holes in his wall that feel like memories I don’t wanna know about.
I play out stories all the time in my head of future events that will never happen. It’s not an uncommon thing to do when you have anxiety, but it never makes it better when it’s happening to you.
When everything is constantly hurting you must do the things and be with the people that make you happy. Or closest to what you think that should feel like.
Everything hurts emotionally rn.
Life feels bleak
I don’t know if I’ve ever hated myself so much. I want to scream at the top of my lungs so everyone I’ve ever met knows. Not so they can tell me the nice things about myself but so that i can let it out. I want to forgive myself but i just can’t. I put myself into this stupid mess and i cannot forgive myself.
They are sorry and feel bad but how do they think i feel. Even worse
I feel disgusting and out of control and like a danger to myself.
Are you happy?
Just me and my mind
I’m living in the past because the near future is so hard. It’s so unclear
So many things that i don’t know. When, where and how quickly. I’m freaking out. There are so many things about to happen and i have no idea how i am going to handle them.
Especially when i feel this alone.
My family has been so supportive. I’m so thankful for them because without them i would be sooooo much worse off. But in the end I’m alone at night. And im alone when i wake up and I’m alone. No one to make fun of me and make me laugh. No one to tell me I’m beautiful even with no teeth.
There is just me and my mind.
Which has nothing nice to say.
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STOP THE STIGMA 🤗
I like shitty people.
They are usually people who i don’t actually like.
They suck
They’re abrasive, manipulative, and pompous.
But they have good characters too. They are smart, smooth with words, handsome, and often aren’t “sheep”. I hate that i don’t hate them because that list of pros isn’t a real list. Those aren’t qualities about people that matter
Thoughtful, generous, loyal, gentle, compassionate and brave. Those are qualities to look for in someone, not being smooth with words. Being eloquent is just how they win me over after I’ve seen their flaws. They pull a blanket of words over my eyes.
I just hate that i don’t hate them. I’ve grown and can understand that i am better than them but i still don’t hate them.
Having my thoughts stuck on a loop has gotten old