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lol imagine you loved me unconditionally instead of whatever this is tho lol
sorry if i come off as rude my mother didn't like me for several years
I just wanted reassurance and ended up arguing
derealization? it’s kind of like waking up each morning with enough time to process that this is real. enough time to process that this is my body, in my bed, in my room. time to process if i don’t get up, i’ll have to pay the consequences because this isn’t a vr game someone paused.
imagine looking in the mirror and seeing the default skin when you know you paid for the skin you’re comfortable in.
imagine reaching for something other than your phone and hesitating because what if it isn’t actually there. imagine your arms aren’t fully attached, i mean they’re just floating by your side yet you feel millions of spiders crawl up to your elbow when you finally grab it. i mean you can’t feel the item in your hands.
imagine that walking is kind of like remembering the controls for the game you haven’t touched in a year. i mean you’re walking but you don’t remember how to walk at normal speed.
imagine walking into a room and closing the door behind you only to realize you just shut the door on reality. only what’s in that room makes up the entire map. imagine your vision blurs as the fear of opening the door to a black, unloaded area makes your heart try to break out of your chest.
imagine your headset is too heavy to hold up as the floor you’re stuck staring at is in 360p yet every sound is clear, max volume. imagine even hearing the buzzing of the lights but you’re in the busiest game lobby. i mean you can’t hear yourself breathe but you also can’t remember what button to push.
imagine people are talking but it’s all just default game noise you can’t fully piece together. you’re speaking but your mic is off. imagine the game lags, but only it’s your words slurring and the cpu’s are repeating themselves.
imagine taking damage. i mean you can’t feel it. i mean you’re bleeding. imagine that’s the only sign that gives you hope you’re not a character in a vr game.
when they ask how i’m doing just tell them i’ve been dancing where the earth breaks and the fall leads you into hell. tell them i’ve been lighting fires inside empty houses hoping i’ll be able to go home to mine. tell them my lungs ache and my chest feels cold at the thought of losing him.
everyone keeps asking how i’m doing and i tell them i’m doing fine
they say depression doesn’t define you but when i was in highschool i couldn’t room with who i wanted to on the only school trip i went on because they thought i would just ruin their mood
they say depression doesn’t define you but i was playing a couples card game where we had to rapid fire off things that remind us of each other and he said depression
and they say depression doesn’t define you until it’s engulfed your entire soul into the dark void to the point people look at you and can see the darkness themselves
and they say there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel but those are the same people who say it doesn’t define you and those same people coming at you with baseball bats when you thought you were playing uno
and the thing about depression is you can think you’re getting better and you think the light you’ve heard about is there but then those people find the switch to close the void because they’re scared to get too close and get sucked in
and the thing about depression is it doesn’t define you because you’ve learned to exhaust yourself masking it
there are no words or pictures for the darkness I have inside..Â
brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man
The beginning of the end for every digital artist
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WRONG?
I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon
being unemployed proves just how alone i am
mars black