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@sapphic-mauve
I don't know how to talk about nothing. it's an emptiness that pushes at its confines, a hole burning into paper, consuming it from the inside out, eating away and leaving behind the nothing that makes it up. it's not anything tangible, this no-longer-paper, but it is undeniable that where the fire has passed there's something. something that, while being nothing, is violently taking up space.
what am I in all of this?
let go of the idea that you only get one chance. there's beauty in trying again and failing a little less. you have to give things room to get better.
the sick romanticism of murder-suicide, the control of it, the shortsighted immaturity. I'm going to take away all your autonomy, and I won't be able to live with this decision for longer than it takes me to turn the gun on myself, and I'm going to call this love. and when it's agreed upon? when a knife to the neck is mercy in the face of something worse? how can two people even begin to make that choice? if we're both going to die, by whose hand is it going to be?
how come he got to be strong while i could only be beautiful
my brother always turns on the lights. i would write a poem about it, how he's always midday, while I stumble about dim rooms and dark places. he's so bright maybe he's afraid of the dark he always turns on the lights
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That keeps so many warm - And sings a song of wishful dreams - And seems to - never - stop -
And - beaten - it keeps chirping - And joyous through the storm - That in the end will crush the bird - That can’t survive it all -
It’s quiet in the deepest caves - And lonely - underground - I wonder if someday down here - I’ll hear again that sound.
surprisingly when you downplay your feelings and barely talk about them to other people, and those rare times you do you minimise your already downplayed feelings, people will believe you're better off than you actually are! they won't even imagine you're barely hanging on! who knew!
I've often been told I'm too sensitive, but no matter how my nerves are made, if when you touch me I'm screaming in pain it means you're hurting me. there might be something wrong with me, but you shouldn't hit me knowing i have a broken arm. and if you do, that's on you. also, since you never know, you probably shouldn't go around punching people.
the guilt of seeing all the atrocities happening all over the world. while I'm here crying overe fuck knows what.
I hate how the most common exclamation i can think of to express anything adjacent to this strong despair is "god" oh yes, I'm already spiraling, religious guilt is exactly what i needed!
do i want to die? i don't know. i don't think so? maybe at times. at times if it happened i wouldn't be opposed. ugh it's sad.
the whole "the first thing babies learn to do is cry", but there's nobody to hear you cry. even if they hear you, nobody comes to help. what then? what happens to the crying baby? it's sad, but pretty obvious. it dies.
i wanted to say "it's hard" to communicate the struggle i face everyday just to live but uhm... it's hard... like... like the uhm... you know... you know what's also hard... it's the uhm... the uhm...
sometimes it's really tough
how long has it been already?
i am feeling unfathomable amounts of rage. i tried searching on the internet for what i could eat, cause some days it's hard but i don't want to go to bed without eating. and basically everything that popped up was some variation of how or why i should skip meals. I'm gonna kill somebody.
i really suck at keeping up with friends. i don't know if one of my closest friends still has a girlfriend. what do you mean it's been three weeks since we last texted?? i truly love them but i can't help but feel that I'd bother them. some days just the idea of seeking someone out to talk seems exhausting.