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@normysticals-tears
heyy im mystic
this is my vent blog
main is @normystical
thanks for checking in with me <3
why does it all just feel so pointless
push people away cuz i wanna keep epic gaming online (granted i'm always smack-dab in the middle of doing something whenever they bother me). then feel regretful and lonely and sad and whatnot. sometimes even immediately after shooing them away. man wtffff
hmm. am i a bad person
i was very intensely angry. and for some reason i feel guilt for that. i am a bad person
...well. then again iirc i think i acted on that anger???
was i too harsh? yeah i was probably too harsh... god i'm sorry
i think i'm gonna cry again . actually
why can't we ever be listened to
why do we never matter
why don't we deserve to be respected
i just . uuuuuugh
running up to abstragedy shippers and slicing open my wrists and slowly bleeding to death while they're locked in a room with me with no escape so that i can forever change the trajectory of their lives ^_^
ever since i was a tiny little kid, i had to do things i didn't want to. especially in school
essays and busywork felt like slicing off my own hand with a rusty nail. i still had to do it.
sometimes i didn't want to play a "fun little game!" the teachers had us do for the class period. i still had to do it.
i didn't like when people asked "do you want to get started on your tasks now?" of course i didn't want to! but it was rhetorical, or something? weird. yeesh... i still had to do it.
so i think that's possibly where this issue comes in?
the issue where... i KNOW how consent works, i KNOW i don't owe anything to anyone, but...
if i'm not in a mood where i'm ACTIVELY AGAINST the idea of having sex... why should i say no?
why would i be ALLOWED to say no?
i've never been allowed to say no.
i haven't even been allowed to say no when it felt like getting my entrails pulled out to do the task.
so, if the task isn't even nearly half as bad as that, why should it matter if i'm leaning towards a no?
my emotional pain, when i want to say no to sex, is never as bad as the other things i have no say in the matter of. it just feels... wrong to be inconsistent with this. like telling someone they're allowed to shoot themself in the gut but they're not allowed to touch a hot plate. it's weird. idk
it may... also be hard to figure out when my feelings DO matter? i've had active desire for people before, i believe. though i don't always want to do that sort of thing. but it's not like i'm actively against myself being sexualized by whoever. it's less of an issue of how i'm being seen or treated or whatever reason most people void consent for, but rather, an issue of how difficult it is to do versus my willingness to put in that effort, or how i'm not ACTIVELY hoping for it to happen, or i just. don't feel like it? but again. it's not traumatizing for me to participate if my heart's not fully in it. and depending on how willing i am, sometimes it's even enjoyable, just not the thing i'd most strongly prefer to be doing, given the choice. but... again, i'm not against others having that desire toward me. that's not uncomfortable in the slightest. so now i'm confused. is it bad for me to say "eh, sure, why not i guess" when i don't have anything actively against it? is there a difference between doing it all for glitters and sparkles or doing it just to appease someone?
ughh. idk. there's like, a scale of how willing i am yk. i don't,, remember the individual emotional feelings i feel on that scale. it's been a while since anyone asked. which i'm glad about, since i don't want to actively do that lately tbh. but if someone asked, idk... especially if they did multiple times over this period, fuck i'd feel so bad, it'd feel selfish for me to reject MULTIPLE times over the course of MONTHS... being asked multiple times wouldn't necessarily be in a pressuring way, of course, but it'd probably still feel like it to me...
idk. i know it's stupid and factually incorrect but a small part of me wants to say... i'm useless anyway, i create more problems than i solve, the house is a mess and i never help try and fix that issue, the least i could do is offer myself up, to please someone for once...
whatever. idk
again. main issue is quite possibly that i've been taught my feelings rarely matter to begin with. or something
ever since i was a tiny little kid, i had to do things i didn't want to. especially in school
essays and busywork felt like slicing off my own hand with a rusty nail. i still had to do it.
sometimes i didn't want to play a "fun little game!" the teachers had us do for the class period. i still had to do it.
i didn't like when people asked "do you want to get started on your tasks now?" of course i didn't want to! but it was rhetorical, or something? weird. yeesh... i still had to do it.
so i think that's possibly where this issue comes in?
the issue where... i KNOW how consent works, i KNOW i don't owe anything to anyone, but...
if i'm not in a mood where i'm ACTIVELY AGAINST the idea of having sex... why should i say no?
why would i be ALLOWED to say no?
i've never been allowed to say no.
i haven't even been allowed to say no when it felt like getting my entrails pulled out to do the task.
so, if the task isn't even nearly half as bad as that, why should it matter if i'm leaning towards a no?
my emotional pain, when i want to say no to sex, is never as bad as the other things i have no say in the matter of. it just feels... wrong to be inconsistent with this. like telling someone they're allowed to shoot themself in the gut but they're not allowed to touch a hot plate. it's weird. idk
for a while i finally believed again that i'm a naturally good person
talking with you reminds me that i'll never be good to anyone
i really really wish i had the right to still be pitied
theres only so frequent your tears can be before itd start being less of an obligation and more of a needless daily chore for anyone to comfort you
idk. idk
i want to say "i miss being pitied" but i forget if and when i was ever pitied
like except for occasional things obvi
can i be honest with you. sometimes i try and exaggerate how normal i think my suffering is and how awful the things i go through are. bc i desperately want someone to think, oh christ, the fact you want to cry from this is more than valid, the things you go through are so much worse than you realize, you dont deserve this much pain
but like. nobody ever thinks that??? cuz my pain isnt as bad as others. so. its like. who even cares
this is probably yet another issue related to my childhood of constant meltdowns. i was never pitied. i can hardly remember the times ive been hugged and comforted through tears as a kid. what i can remember tho, and vividly too, is the time i cried on the bus on purpose bc i wanted a hug, i kept it up the whole way, i was expecting sympathy. but instead of a face of pity i got one of anger from her.
idk. none of you should even be reading this. iirc most of you guys following this vent blog are young. i am a grown ass adult relying on some kids to deal with my emotional baggage or whatever the fuck. just because i cry so much that its not even concerning in the slightest
and for what? honestly. for what. cuz i know there are times id rather it be treated as only a minor blip and not something worth anyone going out of their way for. what am i even doing, hoping for pity, when i already know that if i did find someone to pity me, id just push them away another time when im not as desperate for it. i cant just have both options. i should just suck it up and accept the lack of pity. thats already how things always go for me anyway. nothing new. but am i wording it that way to be genuine or just to get more pity points? ugh
idk. dont even answer that
i... admittedly did get some gratification at the very least out of the recent reactions of shock and displeasure at one specific aspect of my trauma,,, trauma? feels weird calling it that. doesnt 100% feel like it counts. bbbut anyway. i just,, idk again i have this weird tendency to hope that people will be horrified at what i consider normal. i guess i didnt think that was THAT normal but. it was still nice to like... have people actually worry about me?
whatever... again i shouldnt be relying on any of you. i got enough support for a week. i shouldnt,,, whhho am i kidding im just wording it this way to garner sympathy again arent i. is this greed? a genuine emotional void? both? neither? i think i should just stop typing already perhaps
someone should either A) hold me close and kiss my cheek and pat my back and tell me its all gonna be ok and its ok to cry and yoy are loved and other such reassurances .. or B) fucking shoot me point blank before i even realize theres a man with a gun in the room with me
i think somethings deeply wrong with me lately like more unstable than usual bc why are all these minor inconveniences so awful. its nothing its literally nothing. but fuuuck it feels like so much wrong is going on lately. even tho its. again. just minor inconveniences. ugh. taking care of myself for once in my life would probably help but how am i supposed to want to do that when im already in a shitty mood
ever since i was a wee youngin ive always coped with minor inconveniences such as dropping my ice cream cone by simply imagining my bloodied corpse hanging from a noose as the life slowly drained from my eyes this is a normal childhood experience and a normal thing to continue experiencing even when finally in a comfortable and safe environment
tears are already welling up idk why i'm still trying to hold myself back from full-on crying. i just have to hold back i guess. i have to
i'm lazy
i talk too much about Weird subjects on main
i'm too forgiving and understanding of horrible people
i'm only ever Weird about this one specific character instead of actually engaging with the themes or even personality
everyone EVERYONE on this ENTIRE site has me blocked
i'm splitting(?) and losing my shit over one guy who probably just thought my posts were nothingburger
fuck i am genuinely a horrible person
i. genuinely do not deserve to live
i'm doing everything wrong
fuck
hey just in case any of you wanted to know i used to have meltdowns pretty much daily sometimes multiple times a day and when it happened when my mom was around she'd slap my face and if i kept sobbing (i always did because the misery didn't go away + owww????) she would shove her fingers into my mouth and jam them under my tongue and it was really rough and kinda left a sore spot and it was so uncomfortable and made me feel like gagging sometimes especially while i was actively crying but since i had issues i couldn't just stop like that and idk maybe that's why i deal with things by hurting myself instead of just crying bc i was taught in various ways to not cry anyway how are you guys doing