#tw unreality

[the-mind-complex]

Cease with asking more information about me. Even beyond following the tenets of internet safety, I owe no more information of myself to the lot of you strangers.

Cease.

[cat-found-in-an-allie]

Uhm, tw for bugs, unreality, and self destructive thoughts again. Anyway, storytelling time!

Sometime around 2019, maybe early 2020, I got really into SCP's. Specifically, those YouTube videos where they'd animate and read out the story/file on an SCP. So, sometime during that I came across SCP-150. For ease of speaking, I'll just call it the bug SCP. Anyway, I was terrified of getting infected off the thing, of turning into a bug-person (Gregor Samsa who? Sorry, I havent quite read the book yet).

One of the trademarks of a person infect with the bug SCP is that they would be unfazed by it, or even react positively to it. So, every time I got a little too scared of being filled with bugs, I'd say to myself, "if I was ever slowly turning into a bug, I'd cut my arm off. Or kill myself." That's paraphrased, obviously, but I thought something similar.

Much more recently, I'd say, 2025, 2024, maybe, I had a horrible dream. For I think holiday homework, I had to cultivate worms or maggots. Now, these maggots got out, or maybe they were supposed to be, so they crawled into the my knuckles. I was greatly distressed by this, of course, but no one would help me. The only thing that saved me was waking up.

Of course, now we have the brain worms. My repeated reference to my veins and intestines as worms. But for those, I'm quite aware of my reals and unreals.

[cheapsoda-angel]

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁‧ ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

|- ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ

| ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

|- ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ

| ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ.

|- ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ,

| ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ'ꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ

| ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ.

|- ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀ

| ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ.

|- ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ

| ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ

| ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ.

|- ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛ,

| ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ

| ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ.

|- ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ

| ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ.

|- ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ.

| ⤷ ᴇɴᴅ ʟᴏɢ.

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I feel completely cut off from the rest of the world.

Nobody listens to what I have to say.

It's as if whenever I try to talk, someone else's voice covers my own.

People will only hear what they want to.

Everybody has their own script, they're all a part of their own movie.

I didn't get a script, I don't know what's going on.

And everyone knows something I don't.

I'm scared.

End log.

[brainrot-stitch]

m.y groupchat loves to seeme cominf

[berry-puree]

everything tastes like bugs in my mouth

probably because of all the bugs on my little snack bowl :[

[the-mind-complex]

Well and I'm a fucking panda. Pic or you are trolling

If you approach everything with such excepticism and distrust why even engage with anything at all? Do you also turn your back to reality because it is not to your liking?

Or the supernatural frightens you so? All that you don't understand and you'll try to paint patterns where there is none?

[the-mind-complex]

Are you human?

Yes.

Like it says on the description of the reservoir, I'm Nines.

[the-mind-complex]

What is it with the sun? I've seen it to. Always reflecting in some surface, in the face of tall skyscrapers or in puddles even if it's pouring and the sun shouldn't be out. I've come face to face to it so many times. I wake up with a headache too. That's been happening lately. So what is with the sun? What thing is it? How do you get rid of it?

What is the sun?

Well, what isn't the sun?

It is light and what gives us life, is the most blatant beacon of hope and good there is, is it not?

And yet it haunts you doesn't it?

Scorching across with no care if it's sand, asphalt or imposible landscapes.

How bright is it?

When you face it what do you see?

What does it tell you?

Can you understand it's words?

If you can hear me I may be able to help you So tell me,

how bright is it?