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It’s nice to know that I’m not alone in how I’m feeling, but at the same time it’s annoying and honestly pisses me off when people say they get how I feel.

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Stone faced and barely moving in the club.

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Food is so much work, I’m so over eating. I wish I could survive without it.

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There’s always talk about people who have low empathy for everyone but animals, but never talk about people who can’t empathize/care enough for/about animals. It’s all low empathy is okay and doesn’t make you a monster but god forbid you don’t extend the little or no empathy you have towards an animal, you’re horrible!

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I feel like people are just stupid on purpose, but specifically to me, and then they talk to someone else and have the capabilities of using their cognitive skills.

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I don’t feel real at all right now.

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every so often im reminded that i really am completely alone in this

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i feel like i’m too mentally ill to have good things happen in my life

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Sometimes I wish I could just be normal.

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I never feel real or human. I always feel like some other species or even just a vague idea.

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I hate that i crave attention, or acknowledgment or validation, I’m better than that and don’t need anyone (unfortunately I’m human and severely unwell)

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I like having a blog, I also hate it (existing and possibly being acknowledged is disgusting to me but having somewhere that stores my thoughts for when i eventually forget is good, also plus points for possible validation)

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The things I feel or think are indescribable. Even if I could share them all, I wouldn’t.

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On purpose. On purpose I am going to kill you.