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And when I bury my body so that my soul is free to dig its way out and roam the earth, free from the constrains of human society, what then?

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When something bothers me, I tend to make light-hearted complaints about it(I have a hard time treating things seriously because that means being vulnerable) and since a lot of things bother me, I complain a fair amount. To be fair to me, most of me complaining is a sort of cry for help because actually asking for support is near impossible.
But yeah anyway, who would've thought that being told I complain a lot and that complaining is bad would cause me to stay silent even when it's super important and necessary to get help.
I can handle my own mental issues, but now I'm here barely able to walk thanks to an injury and I feel bad for even expressing pain or discontentment, all while I'm being told I'm ridiculous for not asking for help.
I know I have issues that need fixing, but idk, I just feel like that first statement about complaining majorly set me back.
I'm not sure if anyone ever talks about how lonely it is being single when all your friends are either in relationships or live far away. I don't mind being single, but sometimes I wish I could be someone's priority for once. I don't fault my friends for putting their partners first, but it does suck when I want to hang out but they're unavailable because of it. And as an adult, it's even harder to make plans around differing work schedules as well. Basically, I just wish I had either more single friends, or a significant other
i just want a beautiful woman to dominate me, is that too much to ask?
Read witch hat atelier and I'm obsessed with this little guy
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To promote the new Witch Hat Atelier merch on Amnibus (there’s a beautiful teacup and apparel!), Shirahama posted this art with the following caption (machine translation, click link for original text)
“Motif cup and sweatshirt are super cute A simple T-shirt looks convenient too! It seems that reservations for various goods using official illustrations are accepted on AMUNIBUS’s site. If you are interested, please check it out!”
I'm not sure why, but every year, around my birthday, i get inexplicably sad, anxious, and guilty. I wish I could feel simple joy again, but my brain won't cooperate.
I'm not sure if it's because my twelfth birthday was when i realized my life was starting to go downhill and I remember that every year, or if it's entirely unrelated.
It could also be that I'm officially leaving behind childhood and a sense of freedom, now that I'm going to be twenty.
i also feel bad asking people for anything for my birthday, even when they insist on getting me something. i don't want to be a financial burden on anyone
i can barely even think of material things i want that would be reasonable to ask of people, and possible for them to provide
I'm going to the local zoo this weekend with a really pretty girl to see the Christmas lights.
it's not a date, but i feel like it has the potential to be one, bc i know for a fact she likes girls, and some of the things she says seem like she may or may not be interested in me
also. i have no idea whether it's true or not, but i feel like she may be the pretty girl i saw my first week of working at my job. if she is, that would be, like, the greatest thing ever. if not, it doesn’t really matter lol
One of my coworkers asked me why I want to know what people think of me, and i didn't really know how to answer
And then i just realized that all I've wanted for the longest time was to mean something to someone. I want to be someone's best friend, someone's significant other, i want to be someone that matters to someone
And when i say i want to matter, i mean it in a personal way. I don't want to be some celebrity or anything, i just want someone to care about ME
Until I can afford therapy, and trust other people with my mental issues, the little imaginary scenarios are going to have to in order to work through my trauma

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I kinda hate the fact that i have a whole crush on some girl i saw weeks ago for maybe 5 minutes total while she was getting coffee
Like, why can i not just stop thinking about her, what nonsense is this
I recently started working at a coffee shop because i moved across the country, and there was a really pretty girl who came in one day and i haven't seen her since, nor do i know if she's gonna come in again, but that was the first time I've ever experienced gay panic
I'm so out of touch with my emotions that i sometimes can't tell if I'm sad or just tired
I really really dislike air blowing on me. Whether it's a fan or wind or whatever. It's incredibly unpleasant and drives me crazy. The only time I can tolerate it is when I'm dying of heat and in desperate want of air conditioning.
I've realized that the amount of times I've fantasized about running away and starting a new life is probably getting to a concerningly high number
And yet I can't really bring myself to stop

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I have decided I no longer like spiders, seeing as one decided to crawl out of the shower drain right after I cleaned my bathroom. I'm not sure what kind it is, but it looks like a hobo spider or a grass spider
I hate this
I hate waking up. As soon as I regain consciousness, I resign myself to what is to come. Even if my dreams are unpleasant, i hate the feeling of being aware of anything. I just want to remain unconscious