journeys end in lovers meeting

and BTW im not alive

I think kafka’s diaries are the strongest evidence that journaling is not necessarily good for your mental health

being abused or neglected really makes it clear how many things are skills that nobody really treats as. skills. exercising autonomy is a skill. listening to your body is a skill. resting is a skill. being liked and being loved are skills. nobody tells you how to do this shit because nobody even told me I was supposed to have learnt these things when I was a kid. I kind of just have to manually figure out what makes me freak out and work from there. unfair as shit

maybe its because im an asylum seeker but i am of the opinion that even if immigrants and asylum seekers contributed nothing to a nation that nation should not have the right to deport them.

"oh now no-one will do these jobs," well i think its bad that we take advantage of immigrants and asylum seekers' desperation to force them into exploitative jobs that the ordinary citizen is entirely unwilling to put up with.

Yeah I'm using first person pronouns to refer to events that happened five years ago for convenience though for all intents and purposes I'm actually relaying stuff that happened to the dead girl that used to pilot this body

Evil spirit that's piloting a corpse like it's a doll on a string: "w-which i mean in an ego death way. Obviously..."