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@kaene
To be loved (or not)
I am so tired. 17 days ago my father passed away and with him my scarce will to live. I keep seeing and understanding things, way too much; Attending therapy for so long, going to the psychiatrist, having access to information and knowledge in general is such a curse. As well as having the best long-term memory known to humanity. I can’t stop noticing how much of a burden and also a joke I am to…
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Ela partiu
Engraçado que, quando comecei as sessões de terapia com meu atual psicólogo, uma das histórias que mais o chocou (e que mais tira gargalhadas de vários amigos meus quando eu conto), é a questão das galinhas. Eu fui uma criança criadora de galinhas e galos, punha nomes interessantes neles, conversava, etc. Eram meus amigos, minhas brincadeiras – brincadeiras de uma filha única, e depois de uma…
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The Immigrant Experience: Early 19th Century
¨you'll never find love if you don't take the risk!¨
me taking the risk:
when will they learn that it never works
woke up and put nirvana on
actually woke up to some messages from a friend having some suicidal thoughts I hope I managed to calm her down when I'm in fact through some very heavy shit, very heavy suicidal moment of my life where I can actually plan stuff without having anyone to bother as I don't tell anyone except my therapist who somehow I think doesn't believe me when I say I'm suicidal.
Then started listening to some Nirvana and it brought some memories back from childhood and adolescence- I'm almost 38 now for christ's sake and I'm still sad, still miserable.
it's about time, you know?
just needed to vent
I'm under so much pressure right now I just eant to cry and/or sleep and never wake up
I feel old, unsuccessful, unloved, unwanted, dumb and useless
I just wish there were a god and that they listened to my prayers
“i don’t think that suicide is selfish. what’s selfish is keeping alive someone who is so miserable that they would rather die than live another day in their own mind.”
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A.M.P.D
(Poems of 2017)
I saw a post that said “I wasn’t myself for months and nobody noticed” I felt that.
thank god we only live once cause fuck this
The Masterplan
After reaching a definitely new low yesterday, and altogether with all the shitshow happening in my life at the moment, I decided to end it all - as in finish everything. I have roughly 4 months to solve things: who’s going to take the cats? what about my clothes, furniture, belongings in general? the fact I´m drowned in debt have any impact on my parents’ life?
2 weeks ago my psychologist asked if I was going to throw away the cherry seeds I kept for a future self-poisoning thingy if you know what I mean, I said no. Anyways I won’t be able to travel with a couple of dried seeds - even if I crush them and take them with me, how can I justify?
Anyways, I just want it to be over
you deserve people who listen to you ramble. you deserve people who love it when you’re excited, when you’re happy. you deserve people who check up on you and wish to see you well, people who not only accept you for who you are - but rejoice in it.
37
In 10 minutes I will be 37. I never thought I’d get that far, to be honest. To be be brutally honest, I’m so far from where I’d want to be. I am currently unemployed (but working for a German company), I’m alone and lonely, terribly depressed to a point the only joy I get is from fantasising about my own death/ planning it/ jeopardising my health so something bad finally happens. I just feel a…
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i'm thinking about charlotte brontë spending her last years editing and publishing her sisters' writings and about christopher tolkien dedicating his life to the protection and meticulous reconstruction his father's life's work and about johanna van gogh publishing the letters between vincent and theo that would propel vincent van gogh into fame because she knew how much her husband had loved his brother, and about how so often art isn't just a reflection of the artist's mind and skills but a testament to the fact that they were loved
