i just love that when i’m too drained and depressed to use any sort of tone when i type or speak i’m suddenly dry and don’t care about people

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i just love that when i’m too drained and depressed to use any sort of tone when i type or speak i’m suddenly dry and don’t care about people
Tw for bright colors, child abuse, and blood under the cut
Is it bad to say i want a break from my friends? I love them, they’re very close to me, but some mornings it’s just not what i want to deal with.
I always wanna be there for my friends, but I can’t handle hearing your venting at 7am. Im sorry. Like i wish i could help, really, but i just hfff im still waking up, processing, and more than half the time i don’t know what to say, because i don’t want to say something wrong. It’s sensitive and deep stuff, and i just don’t know what to fucking do anymore. I can’t tell her to stop because it’d be insensitive, but i’ve noticed that i literally shut down when she talks about the stuff. I mean, i’ll listen i suppose, but i can’t guarantee the right words to come up, or any words at all. I’ve never had to personally deal with the stuff she talks about, so i justahfksjfo explodes.
Sorry for the vent posts chat, i feel like i’ve literally had no one to talk about this with, and i just need to get it off my chest somehow.
Cw: Anxious ramblings
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that when I wake I have something to fuss about.
I’m sorry that I spend my days worrying about hypotheticals.
That you’re subjected to my fearful ramblings.
That trying to get me to breathe at a normal pace is a regular occurrence.
The nightmares won’t stop knocking.
They won’t leave me alone.
I’m begging her, I’m begging you.
What did I do? What have I done?
Why won’t my brain let me rest?
I cannot breathe, I cannot sleep, I cannot eat, I cannot stop thinking.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
Little vent
I feel bad for being non-binary. I don't know why. I feel bad for not staying a girl. I don't know why I feel so bad. It makes me want to cry so bad. I hating being a woman so badly but being non-binary makes me feel guilty
Back on it again.
Thought I was getting better.
But that thought just made me think about them again and I indulged cause I thought that it'd be fine. They don't think about me anymore.
And if they do, they're not going to hurt you.
And then I look and I see something I helped make.
Several, actually, just sitting there.
Not art or anything, but ideas.
Especially one of them.
Sure, one was the very first thing we made together, and that hurt.
But the other was something I regret to no end, for myself and them, and there they are, using it for themselves.
And I know it's fine cause they helped make it and they have the right to use it for their own ends, but they also made something that looks disturbingly like mine, and not just in that idea, and it makes me recoil because now I feel like I can't use it ever again.
Never.
And it hurts...
-I've already answered the asks about RPG! Axel, now I just have..... A THOUSAND MORE THINGS for me to do...😭
Also, just letting you know: this year there won't be much arts to do with pride month, unfortunately I wasn't able to prepare anything..
I haven't had two consecutive panic attacks in literal months.
Also why are people super insensitive all the damn time?