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Wie viele Trigger hält man aus? Bevor alles einbricht?
Frag für einen Freund.
Wenn die Dunkelheit der Vergangenheit zu schwer wird, ist es Zeit, das Licht der Zukunft zu suchen.
aaron-samuel
feminine dread
an alternate face to the renowned feminine rage
aka sad girl core or feminine torment
ROMANTICISM MEETS EXISTENTIALISM
key attributes: crying in your room, late nights spent thinking, staring vacantly at the ceiling; never feeling like enough - not pretty enough, not female enough, not smart enough, not human enough, not kind enough, not tough enough. hot-girl summer sad-girl always. loner. standing at the margins. no one sees me, gets me.
i feel nothing and the weight of everything pressing over me all at once.
i'm a void, a crater, something carved out and left incomplete, something that's lacking.
a lifelong quest for something to fill this void but nothing suffices, it all just pours right through me.
my sense of identity is fragmented such that i've never held my entire reflection - some shard's always amiss. the painful absence impales me and leaves me gasping for breath, crawling and choking. the tension of a ghost limb, but the limb is something deep within me that i can't name or palpate. instead, it rattles like a can with a single coin, the echoes mocking the vacancy. i worry the outside world can hear it as i brush shoulder with strangers.
will i ever come to know the feeling of normalcy or was I only ever mean to exist like this? to feel like an anomaly? a glitch?
Will ich wirklich einfach nur sterben...?...
Oder finde ich einfach nur kein Grund zum weiter Leben...?...
-skyshadows
Ich verstehe mich doch selbst nicht..
Ich hätte gern jemand wie mich.
Der wäre dann wie ich aber
Eigentlich lieber nicht
Denn ich bin nicht gerne ich
Aber er würde das dunkle verstehen und wissen richtig damit umzugehen
Würde mir positives schenken in den schwarzen Momenten
Egal wie es mir geht ich such immer dem richtigen Weg
Doch ich kann mich nicht mehr finden und fang an zu verschwinden
„ Sie denken ich bin kalt, dabei brennt es in mir.“