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samglyph · 2 months ago
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Feeling terrible time for old reliable: listening to black box warrior until I go physically numb
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blimbo-buddy · 2 months ago
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”Damn I’ve been feeling kind of shitty about what I went through when I was 15-16. I wonder if there’s a way to get all these feelings out besides therapy”
SpottedLeaf and Anya:
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gio-cosmo · 10 months ago
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The p3r dlc really has me walking around Tartarus with the Junes theme playing in the background. What a time to be alive.
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backpackingspace · 3 months ago
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Hey this just in? Ptsd sucks balls
#Oversharing on the internet times#Ptsd#-10/10 don't recommend#Ugh#Need my brain scrubbed and shaken out#I would like a new one please and thank you#I promise I won't let this new one be tortured I'll be extra careful#Love how my subconscious has decided that I'm just the worst person on earth all my dreams lately are like#Hey what if you were monstrous? What I'd you personally committed horrific acts against other human beings?#Let's explore that reality in hd#These aren't even the fun nightmares where I can convince myself I'm not seconds from throwing up they were so bad and can decode them#And do dream work with them#Those nightmares always end up having really cool symbolism and are helpful in deeply deeply meaningful ways#I am willing to suffer those nightmares I have made my peace with them it's like a game almost#These ones just shake me up for fucking days and become a never ending spiraling cycle ugh ugh ugh#It's like my intrusive thoughts were made I to a TV show fuck#Me: slightly rude to my gf#My brain: what if you were the same level as evil as rapist#Me: great I'm going to throw up and claw my skin off and have a panic attack thank you brain that was super fucking helpful#The way that my brain is convinced that I'm evil actually is sure is....#Well. It. It seems like my brain learned to abuse myself that it's doing the work of my torturer for her ten years down the line#Mm. Hate that thought a lot actually going#....I was actually going to keep these tags fairly short I wanted this post to be a vague haha ptsd sure is something post and not#Spill my guts in the tags again but what else is new have done this for years so whatever
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puddingbrainscientist · 9 months ago
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the best part of an intro therapy appointment is when you say something that is not what you consider to be an important detail, but the therapist just says a nervous “uh-huh” and starts feverishly taking notes
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parisswift · 1 year ago
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unfortunately am in my betty/cardigan era & I do not care what taylor herself says betty should Not forgive james!!!!
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mantisgodsdomain · 1 year ago
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Getting real sick of the unceasing nauseating dread of being viscerally aware that everything electronic that is not physically, holdably owned and some things that are physically holdably owned is fickle in its existence and liable to vanish in an instant if some random corporate overlords decide that it is no longer worth supporting. No one invited you. Why are you at our house.
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etherealperrie · 2 years ago
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LITERALLY only I would get a UTI the day before leaving for a weekend trip with my boyfriend & it’s our last real time together before he moves 7 hours away for the next two years
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gilmore-angel · 2 years ago
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seeing posts about long term friendships where person A is slowly putting in less effort and moving on to other friends while person B still wants the friendship and relating to person A...
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despite-everything · 2 years ago
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i will say this. despite whatever the fuck is going on in my brain, my setlists for my radio show are just getting better and better every week.
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joanbaezed · 2 years ago
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hi gay person big fan of the new url
hi other gay person. thank you very very much 🥲 me too
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thegaydepressedone · 2 months ago
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this might be me someday….
i, personally, love to straddle that fine line between “fandom blog” and “record of complete psychological breakdown”
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backpackingspace · 5 months ago
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Holy fuck that one therapist that tortured me was trying to kill me
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savethepinecones · 10 months ago
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okay i was totally right about not putting my rant in the tags of that last post because ive been writing it up and its getting out of hand even for its own post and im not sure if im gonna finish writing everything out or if im gonna just scream in my head for a while. anyway on a related note who wants to hear about my very boring dating history
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uhode · 1 year ago
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remembered the concept of death, once again paralyzed by fear
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darjeelinh · 1 year ago
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i think i’m meant for little, for few.
i like being selective.
does it sound convincing to you too?
these days i let my mind go places without reigning it back in for criticism. it went to dark places, but then it went back.
sometimes, it came back changed.
i write things i’m afraid to write. then i tuck them away, then write it again, more coherently.
i reread words i adore. cry over it. share them with a selective few. told you i like being selective.
most of the time though, i tuck it away.
every time i yearn for something that was outside of myself, it is the girl with wet and lost eyes
scratch that. my eyes were never wet and lost — they just closed off, shutting me inside myself.
she tucked away what she thought she wanted. tucking away seems to be the theme here.
tucking away seems to be easier than to cry out in vain. until all the places were filled and the wanting spilled everywhere.
wanting is humiliating.
do you even want it? like actually? or is it just a petulant cry of a child rebelling against being told to be good and reasonable.
fuck being good and reasonable.
i don’t want what i think i want. of all the things i inherited from my mother.
FOMO is a strange word. i hate it — call it like it actually is.
jealousy.
ugly thing, isn’t it? that’s why people have to invent an even shittier word for it.
and i’m writing a shitty poem about it. none of it makes sense.
i like jealousy. like writing about it. like reading about it. maybe if i do that enough it will become something outside of myself.
maybe if i do that enough it would feel like passion, or devotion. something interesting.
but until then, i will tuck it away. i’m sorry some of it spilled out. i’ll clean it up later.
like a good and reasonable girl i was taught to be.
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