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I need a fresh start. I love you all so so much, but this blog has so much emotional baggage attached to it that if I want to come back as Miguel in the future, it’ll have to be on a fresh blog.
My other blogs are in hiatus but will remain active. My main blog and my discord are parasiticstars if you want to talk to me.
I’ll reblog this with the new blog once it’s made. Thank you for staying with me so long.
i pretend i do not care. that i do not need reassurance. that i am fine alone. but late at night, when the world goes quiet and the lights are dim, the mask falls. the silence becomes unbearable. there is no performance left. my chest tightens, my hands curl into themselves, and the ache of loneliness spreads through me like poison. i feel so alone inside my skin. i do not want to be alone with my thoughts anymore. i am not as strong as i pretend to be.
- Syeda Zainab
[More active on discord for the time being. Will return soon; I just need a break from being Miguel.]
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quick lil miguel
My own brain is, to me, the most unaccountable of machinery, always buzzing, humming, soaring, roaring, diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
[Miguel’s been so tired and lonely that Valentine’s Day was just Another Day for him. Didn’t even know it was yesterday until he specifically checked the date. Everything’s blurring together again.]
I’m tired
Office locked for the rest of the night, barring emergencies. I need to be alone. Have fun on your over-commercialized holiday with your overpriced meals/wax-coated chocolates/single-use “limited edition” plastic bullshit that’ll be in the landfill by tomorrow.
it should've been me
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When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."
I believe the human body and mind was not meant to experience so much.
