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يود المرء كثيراً بأن يُدلالَ ويسرف في دلاله.
4:36pm, Invercargill, 9th April 2023
Just out of curiosity, how does one become confident in/prideful of their orientation? Like, I’m ace, and I’ve got the basics down for sure - being ace doesn’t mean your broken/there’s nothing “wrong” with being ace, you can still have a (romantic/whatever) relationship if you want it, etc. - but like. What’s next? Because like oh I’ll see someone who’s so proud to be ace and so confident in their sexuality and like it’s a huge part of who they are… and it feels like I’m missing out or something. Granted I’ve only recently started identifying with it more seriously than in the past, but still. There are some who take pride in it, others who loathe it (but hopefully come to take pride as well), and then there’s me I guess, in the middle ground. So uh, my point I guess is- how do I… build that sort of confidence, so to speak? How do I become more prideful in identifying as asexual?
أولاً وثانياً واخيراً؟ الله لا يثقلني على قلب أحد.
i try to work up the nerve to talk to angels, but i never can. butterflies turn to mealworms, eating my viscera. i am hollow now.
* madelyn cline is now on reserve for the next 24 hours !
I promised myself today morning that I won’t let anything get to me today - because today is the most meaningful day of every year for me.
But I can already feel the fucking paranoia crawling back to my stomach & mind. I’m so ready to have an axe split my cranium. I’m spiralling. Maybe we’re not on the same page. Maybe today means nothing to her. Maybe I’m j drowning in a pool of love, and she’s still standing on the diving board. She’s scared to jump, but I’m drowning in it alone. I will eventually be the one asphyxiating to my death. Why? WHY! Today was going so well. What even triggered these thoughts. The thing is I know the thought process that triggered the darkness. I j don’t know how to avoid that thought-process. The one that doubts every fucking thing. I hate it. I wish I was dead. I fucking hope I die fast man. Fuck.