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@traumarobot
hello, friend.
about me:
using the name elliot in an effort to stay (at least partially) anonymous
born in 2002
autistic
cocsa victim
i try to tag most triggers.
i'm not too good with words, so i might come off as cold/distant.
yes, this blog is mr robot themed.
it's been a while since i last posted but i am not doing better in the slightest. i am so tired of everything.
i miss you so much. a while ago you wrote me a poem in which you expressed your fear that you won't be able to love me enough. is that why you haven't replied? it's been a while but i still miss you. i feel like a dog lying by the door, looking at the doorknob but never seeing it jiggle, never hearing the keys turn in the lock. i don't wanna be closed off but if you don't open, then i'll stay like this.
i miss you so much.
christmas is always so draining. it feel like every other day, but so much worse. it's all about keeping up appearances and pointless rituals which don't actually serve any purpose. i wish i could enjoy it but it's impossible.
wow, it's been a while since i've posted here.
anyway, i'm scared that i might have oral cancer and i have nobody i can talk about it with. my family is out of the question and i don't want to worry my friends. i'm only 23 and i'm afraid my life might already be over. what the fuck do i even do? i already scheduled a dentist visit because i had no idea what doctor to go to and this seemed like the most logical choice.
either way, i'm fucking terrified.
Taylor Byas, from I Done Clicked My Heels Three Times: Poems; “Painted Tongue”
[Text ID: “my mother and I becoming each other, / her bruises and scars passed down, / family heirlooms that will take / me decades to stop wearing,”]
I love you bad kids I love you scapegoats I love you problem children I love you black sheep I love you meltdown havers I love you antisocials I love you low empathy people I love you.
im bored i want to start discourse. traumacore is legitmately the worst thing ever and if you participate in it you need to serioujsly reevaluate your life
(pretending someone asked) okay ill elaborate. i dont understand why peoplesay they do it to cope becuase its some of the most intentionally triggering shit ever you are purposefully making yourself feel worse. i looked through the tag a bit because i was making a meme and i felt like actually incredibly uncomfortable it literally actively encourages negative thoughts and mindsets. you cannot be editing my melody in a resident evil room with shit like ‘its all my fault they hurt me because im a bad person i deserve this’ and say youre coping youre fucking insane. you need to distance yourself from that shit as soon as possible legitimately the first step towards my recovery was banning myself from ANY type of negative jokes or content like that because oyu think its ironic and youre above it and youre not. you are literally in a cyclical mindset stop posting this shit on your vent twitter at the very least write your thoughts down in a diary if you have to get them out dont edit them and post them for thousands of people to reblog and start feeding off your self destructive mindset too. START WANTING TO HEAL. MAKE THE CHOICE THAT YOU WANT TO GET BETTER. STOP FUCKING WALLOWING
i am so fucked up. i don't know what to do. i don't want to do anything. i'm tired.
i just fucking know i'm gonna relapse today. i hate myself.
sometimes i wish i had a physical outlet for what i feel, but the only things that come to mind are harmful.
i don't know.
might fuck around and cut off all contact with people because of a minor inconvenience.
some of you really have no idea how to emphatise with victims of trauma, especially csa. your fandom bs is too important i guess.
stop writing/drawing "cute" stuff of victims with their abusers and for the love of god stop fucking shipping them.
you're freaks.
when people yell at me it's scary but it's scarier when i yell at people because i like it. i don't want to like it but i do.
Yeah you may be cool but can you do this *intensely daydream and pace back and forth*
