Me: has anxiety Society: have you tried Excel?
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Me: has anxiety Society: have you tried Excel?

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Eyelids are really just flesh curtains. Your eyes are always āon,ā always looking; when you close them, youāre watching the thin, veined skin of your inner eyelid rather than staring out at the world. Itās not a comforting thought. In fact, if I thought about it for long enough, Iād probably want to pluck out my own eyes, to stop looking, to stop seeing all the time. The things Iāve seen cannot be unseen. The things Iāve done cannot be undone.
ā Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Finel
wrote like 800 or 900 words, I dunno, I should prolly stop pulling all nighters to write the book lol
My favourite books are the ones that leave me with a deep feeling of existential despair.Ā
having a flesh prison is so inconvenient!!! eat, drink, sleep, brush teef, shower, wear spectacles, wear clothes, do work, exist, put up with people, shit, maintain a healthy temperature, breathe??? ugh! tiring, boring, repetitive, backwards, outdated!!! >:((

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anyway the other night i felt REAL, like for real an actual person who really exists and it was so new and weird to me that i was Shocked.
but i realised that the main reason i was feeling like an actual human being was because it was like 10pm and i was talking to a friend and i had my hair all messy and i was sweaty from sport and i was cleaning my room and laughing at myself and for a second, i didnāt have a mask on! i wasnāt hiding myself or acting a certain way for anyone elseās gaze! and i was REAL for just a few minutes!!
so anyway i think part of the reason so many people are depressed and otherwise mentally ill is that weāre taught to behave a certain way all the damn time instead of just Being
like social media, is, uh, horrendous. but even just the ānormalā things of āsit like a ladyā or āspeak professionallyā or āwear appropriate clothingā like we donāt let anyone exist how they actually want to even in infancy and childhood! how is anyone supposed to have an identity when we were given a character to play at the age of six?
so yeah iām gonna try and exist instead of playing the role iāve been assigned bc spnās castiel would approve and encourage it i like feeling real and i AM real and thatās super cool and in my limited time on this earth iād like to experience it the way i want instead of stressing over how iām perceived all the time
Me: Why... why do I find Val to be a comfort character? He's awful!! The worst!! WHY!?
My brain: Because he holds an extreme amount of control and power, whereas you feel powerless because of the fact you were born in a cult and are at odds with your own sexuality, forming the notion that you have little to no control in your own life. You also find a way to subconsciously look past his horrible traits because you see yourself as a monster, even if you aren't abusive, manipulative, or evil like he is. It just so happens that Vivienne made a monster that you identify with and (to an extent) desperately want to be. You broken, limp wristed fool.
Me:
Its to fucking EARLY FOR THIS SHIT.
they said youāre smart.
they said youāre brave.
they said youāre bold.
and i believed them.
they say everyone has three faces: one, you show it to the world. second, you show it to close friends. and third, you never show it anyone.
and now that they are gone, now that i am all alone, all by myself, now that itās just me and my existence, who am i? am i bold and brave? am i quick and smart? am i loyal?
everything that i was, i was for them, because of them. now that theyāre gone and now that i donāt have to be brave or smart or witty, who am i?
iām someoneās sister, iām someoneās daughter, iām someoneās friend. iām just another face in the crowd. iām nothing, iām nobody.
people say loneliness does things to mind that nobody can explain. i say i was always lonely, yet being alone has driven me to this point.
doctors will give name to this. but like everyone else, doctors will be gone too.
so it is just me and my existence against the world. better make it worth my own while.