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Emotional availability is a curse.

I dont want to live right now. I feel like im too complicated to love. Corvin says they still love us but they havent said anything in hours when they said they'd be back soon. They said they'd be back soon at least 3 hours ago.

Every guy that wanted to date us has changed their mind. I think hes reconsidering dating us right now. Either that or hes just struggling because we're too difficult.

I hate myself for this.

The way we always feel guilty if we dont help people is ruining our relationship with our boyfriend and partner.

Because they feel like they can't comfort us because sometimes we feel guilty when they tell us about their problems. But... the main thing we feel guilty about is a problem they asked us for help with but trying to help paralyzes us with anxiety.

Why can't we be normal?

Why cant... why can't we just not need comfort...? Why can't we just comfort others normally?

I want someone to talk to me other than the same people who always talk to me.

It can be hate, I dont care. Call me an attention whore, call me a bitch, call me a loser, a slut, a whore. Call me whatever. Just talk to me. Send me something to respond to.

Hahaha... I cant even make a joke without it backfiring. Im not funny. Im never funny. Im just annoying.

I can't even mention one of the games I like without half my friends being annoyed by it or looking at me like I just started spewing Italian brainrot.

Its poppy playtime. Xeno hasn't exactly made it seem like im deranged for liking it but his response to sending a meme with it was enough for me to want to keep that I like it to myself.

I want to carve this thing out. I think theres something wrong under my skin. If I carve it out id be fine. Id be good enough.

I want to stop existing. Nowhere feels like home. It feels like having emotions is just an unnecessary burden. They just cause problems for myself and everyone around me.

I just cause problems. I want to stop. I just want everything to stop. Stop hurting, stop feeling, stop being inconvenient or problematic. I want to stop.

I want to rip out my heart. Then my chest would stop hurting. This crushing feeling would finally stop.

I hate guilt I hate that I feel guilty for everything... I hate this. I hate that everything i do leads to feeling guilty or used or hurt. I want to rip myself apart and stop feeling.

Someone shoot me. Can things stop backfiring on me? Can I just be fucking normal? Why am I like this? Why am I such a goddamn problem to everyone around me?