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Nothing makes me happy anymore

Not even the things that used to make me happy

Am I going to feel like this forever?

I’m terrified of getting close to anyone

I’m terrified of passing on my genetics to someone

Every time someone I know goes through a major positive life event I feel happy for them but it also makes me want to shove my head underneath a fucking steamroller

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Mega Man X’s charge shots from the SNES games. The 3rd charge of any game is always a beautiful spinning energy all over the place. Note how the second charge level is a combination of the last game’s third level and the standard blue charge.

One of the reasons I find myself constantly wanting to leave Chicago is because I know so many people who have found happiness here and I'm angry that I haven't

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Razvan Negran | My precious, Lora. <3

Okay I'm sorry I desperately need to vent about this and I don't want to use Twitter or anything because it's kind of petty but it's so infuriating So I moved back in with my parents for a month or two while I figure out what the hell is going on with my work situation because I don't want to sign a new lease somewhere and suddenly be unemployed or find out that I could have spent a little more or whatever? Anyway, there's one really good barbershop that's a couple of blocks away which I go to whenever I live with them because the cuts are good, the price is great, and they play jazz standards the entire time which I vibe on heavily (they're playing The Girl From Ipanema right now) HOWEVER The gentleman who owns the place and who cuts in the front chair has a habit of whistling along with whatever is being played. In a vacuum this wouldn't be a bad thing; however, he has a poor sense of pitch, and although he may start on a proper note he'll aimlessly improvise into something cacophonous and ugly EVERY SINGLE TIME and his whistle is so piercing and it drives me fucking insaaaaaaaane I'm sorry I just needed to get that out of my system

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Emerald Lake Lodge

Genuine, honest to god question: how do you learn to love yourself? I don't love myself. I need to learn how to. I don't want to wallow in self pity anymore because it's indulgent and narcissistic and counterproductive and a myriad of other things. Help me love myself.

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i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married

Cried in public today AMA

Moving will not solve my mental problems. Living in Los Angeles, or San Francisco, or New York, or Portland, or Berlin, or Amsterdam, or fucking Antarctica will not solve the immense disdain I have for myself. That starts with me.