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#i feel very alone
hexplaything · 6 days
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midnight existential thoughts: i don't know how to connect with people anymore
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thatfreakingcanadian · 6 months
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I just want friends :(
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hollowedhaunt · 1 year
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Nothing quite like being misgendered and deadnamed first thing in the morning
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general-bear · 1 year
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Maybe December would be more bearable if I lived with people I loved
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evermorebaby · 2 years
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:(
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catmask · 10 months
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its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
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bigfatbreak · 14 days
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#my art#feralnette au#birds of a feather#long tags#sorry I went apeshit in the tags#LETS SAY IT ALL TOGETHER NOW#I - M - A - G - OOOOOOOOO#its fun drawing marinette's back to Alya and having her appear stout and unstoppable and totally logical#and then you see her face and she's like two seconds from completely snapping and is keeping it together by a thread#as a note just because mari feels very certainly abt smth doesnt mean she's right. feelings can be valid and also irrational#in the throes of grief she decided it was better to be alone than to lose someone again so she started pulling away#and lila made pulling away very very very easy to do#shes also vaguely aware she's being unfair in pinning this on alya which is why she started spinning the drain on cockmoth again#legitimately all the shit that's happened to her wouldn't have been so catastrophic if he was never in the picture and she knows it#but the bitterness of her bestie choosing a fantastic liar over her at the worst of times stiiiiiings#alya's personal timing was bad but lila really took advantage of the fact that marinette had been acting off and weird#she basically clocked marinette as being unstable from SOMETHING and made up a lie about her#knowing she wouldn't have the strength to defend herself#between her social life going tachy bc of lila and losing fu in a way that felt like personhood death marinette was really put on the spot#and alya doing her thing of busting in there and assuming her bias is correct was a terrible combo#essentially marinette is highly unstable and alya is just realizing that#busting in and giving her a lecture when she's slightly hysterical and definitely delirious from exhaustion is NOT the way#to show her she's self sabotaging#cuz thats just gonna make her double down on self sabotaging. bc marinette will not accept that she is also a CHIIIIILD
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a-gay-frog · 9 months
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I wonder if this person knows how much I look forward to their messages.
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dartfuldodger · 10 months
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if you came out and you were harmed for an identity or label that no longer feels true to you:
it's okay to feel hurt by what happened even if it's over
you aren't a bad person because your identity changed
your identity then was still valid and you shouldn't have been hurt for it
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kellofbones · 11 months
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wow secunda is both comforting and depressing when you're feeling so terrible </3
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inkstainednote · 11 months
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Yesterday, can be described as fun -amongst other things. It was fun yes, but also it was sad. It was sad and painful. It was lonely. It was a picture of what once were and what could have been. It was also what is.
Yesterday, I sat there with my dad in our cold dark basement and we listened to his vinyls and his discs. It was nostalgic, a mirror to how we used to be when I was little. Identical but inverted. It made me realise how we could never truly turn back to that. We're painfully similar; he and I. And yet we're so different and I don't think the cracks in our mirror can be mended and repaired and glued together again anymore.
Yesterday was quiet and stranded and awkward. Eventually, he left too and I was alone. Of course he left. I'm not sure what happened between then and now. I'm not even sure if anything changed. I'm not sure if he stayed the same and I was just too young to understand once upon a time or if he's different now and I missed some steps of the process. I'm not sure if I was the one who changed so significantly and ruined what we had but you would think that with me being closer to adulthood now, our relationship would have changed to the better, not the worse. The worst part is I don't know if he was always like this but my youthful naivety and inability to understand wasn't the reason why he seemed changed and instead it was the fact that he kept his true self hidden, I'm not sure if he used to put a mask on which he doesn't bother with anymore. Yesterday was cold.
Yesterday was cold and lonely because more than ever I could feel the ghost of who never was but should have been. Someone that would have sat there listening to those discs with me and who would've played with me during our shared childhood when our parents were too busy with work to spend time with us (me). Someone that could have taught me my first swears, someone whom I'd look up to and copy. Someone who would ruffle my hair and let me steal their clothes and playfully fight with me. That would take the blame and cover for me and whom I'd take the blame and cover for too. Someone I could trust and talk to. Someone who'd understand me. Someone I'd be able to call my sibling.
Yesterday I listened to those discs alone in my dark wet basement and I dreamt of everything I could feel was missing. Of course I still didn't shed a single year. It was fun, in a bitter way, yesterday.
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rotting-blog · 11 months
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honestly it really fuckin hurts that no matter WHERE i go there will be no one like me. im a fictive from a shitty source that i honestly dispise for the most part. i still get memories of my family from back then and it hurts a shit load. im trans, im queer, im heavily fucked up. i have so much rage that is boiling under my skin and it makes me feel like a monster. i KNOW why im angry. im so fucking angry. im so tired of masking as our host. i wanna cry and i wanna shave ny whole head of hair. im so pissed. this sucks really badly
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