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#i dont want to die
healingheartdogs · 10 months
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One thing about PDA (pathological demand avoidance/persistent drive for autonomy) is that living is a demand. All of the necessities for maintaining life are demands. Staying alive is literally a series of neverending demands. I can never stop eating or I will die. I can never stop drinking fluids or I will die. I can never stop maintaining a basic level of hygiene because it's necessary for health and comfort. I can never stop cleaning in order to keep my spaces functional enough to meet all the other demands that keep me alive. Regardless of how burnt out or tired I am, regardless of how badly my PDA is triggered, regardless of how fatigued my body is or how bad my executive dysfunction is on top of all that PDA, I still have to meet those demands to live. Just staying alive when your brain is like this is constantly being triggered and burnt out by the basic demands of life.
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drystan-45 · 1 month
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im scared. i dont want to die this way.
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fistfuloflightning · 22 days
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dovewingkinnie · 2 years
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splatoon 3 spoilers
i dont wanna inbetween this i dont wanna inbetween this i dont wa i have so many epic animation ideas and then i choose the one where tartar tries to pick up mr grizz
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errolluck · 1 month
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I'm tired. Of all of this.
Every fucking day feels like the same, yet it gets heavier. Things get worse, nothing gets better and the few things that gave me security, happiness, where I thought I could escape and be free for some moments, are getting corrupted, forgotten, stained forever, never to be the same refuge they once were.
I'm tired of living sometimes. Of existing on this world.
I know how dying feels; it's calming, the darkness eats you and you feel without worries for the first time in your existance. You know it and that frees you.
But I don't want to die. I'm a coward. I want to continue living on this earth just because I think I can do something in the future, something that will fix everything, something that will give a purporse to everything I've done and lived through.
But we all know that is just a lie to make us feel better, don't we?
Because, at the end of all, do we really matter? What can assure us that?
I'm tired. Too tired.
I want to go somewhere else, but there is nowhere to escape. I want to say that I want to go home, go to the park, go to a forest and be happy. But this is something that will haunt me, haunt me forever and everywhere until the end.
Because you can't escape yourself.
I'm tired...
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pallas-cat · 3 months
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wait gonna vent about school a bit because im actually a bit pissed off so basically i got ghosted by my advisor which, i am taking the L a bit for because i DID ghost her since last june. thing is the circumstances last spring+june were me being institutionalized and dealing with the stress of one prof trying to make me pass a class despite me not handing in work, the advisor clocking it, and then the prof trying to make me lie to the advisor even tho she can literally see the work i turn in so i was basically stuck between the two terrified of being wrongfully accused of cheating which in grad school is grounds for suspension and the advisor insisted SO H ARD that i end up turning in work that i ended up giving in despite my therapist saying i needed a clean break from school immediately so feeling pressured i said "ok give me a semester long extension"
mind you a lot of the negotiation was while i was in the crisis center
and unsurprisingly i end up not being able to do the work as even opening a word document sent me into a panic attack until like. last december. so like i did fuck up communication wise for sure but the way they handled my incedibly commonfare breakdown worsened things so much and im pissed because i literally had a 4.0 GPA before this
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melancholyhime · 9 months
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had a good self affirming sob in the shower tonight
im not a piece of shit im not useless i deserve happiness
all those cruel things i used to say to myself so often felt hollow coming from my own voice, as if they were not even true. and they arent.
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as-you-think · 11 months
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elwar-arts · 11 months
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furries and 40k fans are the same!!!
So, I need to say this. The WH40k community and the furry community are the same! they;
-make a furry/40k version of every character they like
-spends an butt load of money on OC art
-kind art community, scary core community.
-spends too much money on collectables. (i.e. fur suits for furries, models & core books for 40k)
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beljar · 2 years
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With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1982
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naes-dairy · 1 year
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I really want to give up
I really wish the body didn't try so hard
Just make an exception for me, please
I'm seriously so tired, I'm not even doing any work
I always crumble apart when I'm on my own
Nobody is there to see me or hear me
I'm so tired of it all
I though the dead of night was my safe haven
The time where I could freely be me to do whatever I want
But now it's a nightmare
I long to see it, yet dread the tears
It's painful
Of all it, I just want to sleep forever
I don't even remember my dreams
It's like life is a nightmare and we all have to out up with it
Some survive, others dint
I don't want to
I want to give up.
Just let me give up, please
I'm so tired.
Please.
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I don't even know what else to say
I can compare my sufferings to all the other people in the world and berate myself
But pain is still pain, and it hurts nonetheless.
I wish it didnt
But being immune to pain doesn't cure the sickness.
Man. I know I was never suicidal, but...
I really wonder how many times I've lied to people about my feelings
Nobody knows.
Nobody will figure it out.
I can only leave the faintest clues for people, and even then my facade will trick them
I wish death would just take me
I don't want to suffer anymore, even if I'm the one who's causing it
Because I can't even fix what I've started
And that's the worst kind of trouble
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belyyvolksblog · 1 year
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Me after i have to fight off giant but only have 2 bullets left
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chippiparai · 1 year
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ogstonerjesus · 1 year
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I love life
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underated-romantic · 1 year
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cats
why cant i be freedie mercury like apart from dying n shit he just sat and played piano with his cats and boyfriend in a mansion thats the dream
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enthusispastic · 1 year
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