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nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words

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I think the thing I'm struggling with is no matter how good my life is or how good I am doing my brain always slips back into a depressive episode. And I have been like this my whole life. And I' m scared I will be like this forever.

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me: i don't want to fall in love, trusting someone is dangerous. that person will stab my heart in the end

also me: i want to fall in love. i want to belong to someone. i want to get married, i want to write love letters, i want to take care of someone all my life.

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People always say: "Not everyone is gonna like you, and that's ok, nothing to take personally, it doesn't matter" yet it still sucks. It sucks when it's your teacher, it sucks when it's your boss or co-worker or family member. It even sucks when it's a friends friend or someone we barely know. It hurts. And you do not have to gaslight yourself into thinking that it doesn't hurt when it does. You're allowed to be upset when life is hard. You're allowed to feel an emotion, even more when it makes perfect logical sense. We talk to a friend about our feelings, journal, reflect, use coping skills. We find peace after a while, that's a more realistic solution. You got this. It will be ok.

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i feel like i'm trapped by circumstances of life and the only way i'll be free is by dying

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Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

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healing doesn't have to look pretty or be some magical process. healing is hard. it's draining and exhausting.

don't try to paint it as anything other than what it is. don't be ashamed at how rough it can look.

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The lonely life of a passively suicidal vampire. Flirting with death by brushing his fingertips along the sunbeams that shine from between the curtains. Watching his skin boil and blister, hissing from the pain but watching it heal over. The warmth of natural light from a poorly shuttered house feels like days old sunburn. It aches, but is the closest to feeling something that he can reach.

Tempting fate by wandering outside on an overcast day, the blood from a freshly fed upon human causing his heart to skip a beat when the clouds begin to thin. Does he truly want to die, or is he simply bored?

Sticking a boot out from under a canopy, feeling the warmth through the leather and knowing that there's only a small bit of cured animal hide preventing searing agony.

It's exciting, this dance with death. Being undead as it is brings about a sort of nonchalance to living, but having that indifference can quickly turn to carelessness. Perhaps one day his flirtation with his own demise will catch up with him. He hopes so. He prays not.

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Stop victim blaming male victims

Stop asking why they didn't fight back or push them away

Stop asking why they didn't just move away from the person

Stop asking why they didn't leave

Stop asking why they waited to speak up

Stop acting like they're not really a victim because you have this idea of what they should have done

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my mind is racing and i am shaking. why can’t my body realize there is nothing that i can do.

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„get help” as if I haven’t tried

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“Get help”

Golly! That was a great joke! Stick a match down my damn urethra and light it. Cheers

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these voices won’t leave me alone

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Someone teach me how to not have an anxiety attck or calm it down

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they hate me for my slut waist and recurring self harming behavior