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@vent-official
This blog is for you and me and anyone who needs to spill their soul.
I'll make personal posts too, but feel free to vent in the ask box anonymously.
Please be kind in reblogs and replies.
I just found myself here. I have no idea what I wanted to say or how I even ended up here.
Anyway, I feel like I "wake up" all the time and don't remember what was happening before. Sometimes it happens in the middle of speaking, and I have to ask people what I was talking about two seconds ago. Sometimes I don't remember entire days of my life at all, as if I didn't exist during them.
Vent #1
trying to eat normally after starving yourself for 2 weeks feels like relearning how to walk except the only options are; start running (binge eat) or fall down (starve)
sent in the groupchat 15 minutes after i relapsed after staying clean for 4 months
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im so sorry...
Am I too much..?
No.
a glass overflowing with water is only a mess to some people.
But to someone thirsty. It is a dream come true.
thank you for doing this. I honestly hope you don't read your asks, just cause that'd be so many people's horrible problems to read. But if you do, thank you
Of course. I don't mind. I made this blog for when I have bad days and if anyone else has a bad day they can say it without being worried about being called out.
I never mind reading about people's problems, It helps them to vent way more than it inconveniences me to read
:)
why am i so on edge?
oh i dont know maybe its the underlying anxiety and paranoia of my mother insisting on dropping me off outside the new building door, and then when i get off like 50 metres away she follows my path until i go inside or maybe its the fact that my mother has a history of barging in during my classes when i dont answer her calls because - what do ya know! - im IN class! OR maybe it has something to do with the fact that i am a vastly different person at school than i am at home! and not in a good way! NOPE! in the way thats going to have me screamed at and threatene.
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But you're right. I should loosen up.
after ugly crying for 7 hours, 2 cups of coffee and 4 diffferent suicide contemplations.
"yeah I could take God in a fight"
We out here contemplating suicide like its a 9 to 5
By that we mean 9pm to 5am.
in that horrible state of life where my only modes include interaction or obsession.
If i am not interacting with another person or obsessing over something creative/analytical i will bury myself in an endless spiral of loneliness and dissapointment and the only way to get out of it is to doomscroll for 3 hours so my mind can forget to tell me all the things that make me wanna fling myself off a bridge.