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wyzechyld · 1 year
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#IDidNotMakeThis #ADHD #ADD
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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I look around
I see
death blooms
inside sweet cocoons
fickle melodies
offensive frequencies
no room
there’s no room
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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failure to care
everything I thought would matter only ever mattered to me and the hypocrisy of expectation is a backbiting fool with gnashing teeth
in the end Im born like I was beget in the beginning pushing forward into the light just to recoil and scream
I think it still should matter everything that I thought would selflessness servitude morning wood
10 toes on the ground Im searching for nothing just a confused old wolf behind raven turmoiling over unrealistic expectations
how it will end wont be seen till we get there but I can guess it wont be pretty suffocating bloody and screaming just like it was when I got here
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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To date, almost nobody is worthy of trust.
You can trust a pattern to repeat itself, that’s about it.
That is the nature of a pattern.
As far as I can tell, behavioral patterns form as a defense mechanism and only came to fruition amidst self awareness.
The awareness of one’s self lead to a disassociation from one another.
That we tell ourselves a story, “i am whole,” is a lie.
The reality that we have built for ourselves within this mindset follows suit.
The behavioral patterns we have developed from this mindset, no matter how momentarily beneficial it may seem, are all lies.
How can you trust something which is inherently a lie? You can’t.
There is no such thing as trust, because there is no such thing as truth, for there is no man which can grasp the full breadth of knowledge or the secret will of all, within his hands.
If you’re confused, good.
And I pity he who thinks he understands, whether he does or does not.
Thanks! Goodnight!
“Do no harm.”
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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Silence wants me
like heartbreak chases
Marathon deliveries of fate
I never thought I’d hate
Then again I
Never knew I could
And again I
Never thought I would
Take a chance
with the devil
In the vein again
Simple plans are wasted
On memories trick fucked
From behind
Up from the bottom
We’re starting to think
Blisters full of ink
Maybe we were friends
There won’t ever be
An end
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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I wish somebody would drown me in formaldehyde.
Why can’t I just die,
every time I want to?
It's because,
you never get what you want.
You’d never learn your lesson anyway.
Who am I to teach,
to make you pay,
anyway?
Anyway.
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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I love when people think they know more about my mental issues than I do, especially considering I’ve literally obsessed over just about ever educational facet thereof which exists to date, including drawing some of my own theories which after researching believe to be true. To mention, I learn from the heart of proving what I know to be wrong, not to make myself feel better about possibly being right.
In other words, I’ve always looked for a way out of the mess that I am, back when I didn’t love myself and couldn’t accept a limitation as my fate.
So, tell me again how your opinion substantiated by near nothing is greater than mine, backed by 2 decades of continual research and counting. I’ll still listen, just in case there is something to learn, but please don’t spout off some ignorant shit you got from the internet when telling me why you think I act the way I do.
The end.
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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Broke down the
eternal yesterday
promises, salutations
Erupted in two
Like free coasting down hill
Would ever do good
And it did
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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People dont understand that your children are literally mimicking their surroundings until ages 5-7. Thats science (DYOR) meaning once they compile information from their surroundings, its their survival instincts and learning instinct which drive their behavior. That means, its either your fault, or at least the fault of the primary influencer (people, sitters, or TV...) That also means, you're punishing them for learning.
Furthermore, no true change can be made until an issue is seen in truth. For example, if you think your 4 year old is being willful, you're wrong. Theyre mimicking behavior, yours, to get something they want or need, or want to keep. If you punish your child for something theyre not even capable of, or then teach them that it is that thing, what do you think happens?
Confusion, learning disabilities, personality disorders, and rebellion.
Weird...
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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If I know anything
it is this:
I will know myself more completely
than I am able to know anything else
Convinced to think on
the essence of thinking
and realized my reflection
was all that I saw
At the end of my journey
I’ll hope that I learned
Something worth while
Like how to smile
Without cracking my lips
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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I watch myself fade away and I wonder
Why is this happening to me? Why now?
Why, at the peak of my performance
At the pinnacle
of what I thought
to be the point
Why did it have to happen here
Utop this mountain of lies, my fate
Which no one could ever cast out
With or without a word
Realize lies steal lives
Using child’s battlecries
destined to die
So why
Do we
try so hard
to avoid it?
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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ME: explaining a weird thing I do when someone notices: “it’s because I’m sorta Autistic, if you’re wondering why I’m doing this/that.”
THEM: “huh.” (long pause) “you really don’t seem Autistic.”
ME: (mirrors long pause) “oh, well thanks.”
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internal dialogue initiated
aka The Justice League
formerly known as The Round Table
1-3 months of self/doubt and self improvement, anxiously wrapped in obsessive compulsive introspection, while simultaneously fixating on continual displays of personal neurological abnormalities, throwing away everything I know and relearning most of what I already knew, about psychology, philosophy, and neuroscience, though justifiably refined, and having a few new footnotes, ultimately to realize for the umpteenth time that yes… I still have Autism.
)
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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Remember that smile
Miles couldn’t complete
Works agreed
I ever sought
An excuse
But what’s the use
Insanity bouquets
Yippee Kai yay
Take my inheritance
It’s worth the fray
Content eluded
My soul excluded
Negated fate
Like the taste
Of heavens gate
All I ever wanted
Was to hate
The hate
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wyzechyld · 2 years
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I complicate the world with too many words, but while missing the forest you can’t find a tree, what do you expect but an explanation, if in the middle of woods? Maybe I missed the linguistic mark, or my words befuddled by deliverance, I don’t know. All I know is a loneliness surrounded by trees, and peoples wondering where they be.
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