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oh im ACTUALLY evil (i care this time)
positivity culture is great, like don’t give up, keep on going . . .
but you just give in to the void and it feels so
freeing!😀
it’s good in small doses, and at the right time. but if you’re struggling with something mentally, chances are you can’t fight it and it won’t go away, so all that sh*t you tell yourself to make it seem better . . . it’s not working. it’s actually hurting you more! (it could be, what do I know 🤷♀️)
✧; nothing feels slicker than blood.
he’s not sure what got him here, watching the snow dent footstep by footstep, a bob of unruly hair crazed && wild in the flurries that race by. air puffs out in sharp gasps, a pyre’s smoke from a blood-heated HEART pumping within; but he has no HEART. he has nothing but the feel of bone against bone, the sharp sting of a s c a r scratched deep into his ribs.
( like some kind of project everytime they CUT him it goes just that much deeper, whittling him down to n o t h i n g . . . )
his own slippers crunch in the powdered white, the star-like lights in his eyes quick to follow EVERY movement they make. not much further ahead, a fluttering scarf the color of rust, or the way blood flies in clouded exhales of DUST, the deep stroke of a KNIFE on every twist && turn
( phalanges tight against the brittle bones of his palm, he bites it all down behind a strained, OLD grin. )
the way they walk is careless, two -- three steps ahead, trying not to shudder in the cold pressing down all around them. he takes in everything he can ( scraped knee, singed sleeves, eyes cast forward ) and files them away. a flash of scarlet && a child’s smile, and the snow would be painted -- he can see it, feel it, but it’s drowned in the monotonous shuffle of slippers && tempered breathing.
defenseless;
that’s what he is.
absolutely h e l p l e s s . . .
i wish i wasn't who i am. i hate being excitable because i always end up disappointed. think it may be time to just unplug for the rest of the year.
oh my god this day needs to end my thoughts are blinding. thank god fiance is getting me tt
just had a pretty heavy conversation and i feel like nothing is my own. nothing that i am is real. i was built from the foundation of my parents pushing me into things. and now i'm empty. and the only thing i loved, i feel so bitter towards. suffering is the ride of life and i can't ever fucking get off.