The undeniable agony of being constantly being too much, and never enough.
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The undeniable agony of being constantly being too much, and never enough.
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BOO BOO THE FOOL
BOOOOOOO CLOWN
CLOWN BEHAVIOUR CLOWN BEHAVIOUR
DUNCE THE IDIOT FOOL CLOWN
Inner monologue between alters, don't mind.
Jonathan thinks of making a diary tag for his text posts, but gets lazy about it so we will just post this as it is with the #mjk_k.txt tag. Dont mind us, okay? We are just a system exploring things. Present: 🦕⛓️💙⭐ (UPDATE: He made it. #JonSysRamble. Also thiz post is from like a week ago i was afraid of posting)
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getting out of a bad relationship genuinely feels like being in the depths of hell and being dragged out while still on fire and having to figure out how the fuck to put the fire out without being burnt too badly
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I think I understand why claims of "generalization" come off as strange, annoying, or even downright insulting to me in particular, but why I don't get this from everyone... language.
I don't think in words/have an inner monologue, that's just now how this shit is being done, language is a medium for communication for me not the medium of thought and it doesn't make sense for it to be anything other than that... but I KNOW people who feel very differently. Perhaps it makes sense that it's harder to conceptualize complex thought existing outside of language if you think with language.
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i was just laying in bed scrolling, right? when suddenly my inner monologue starts randomly rapidly repeating the word "container" in a british male tts voice. should i be concerned
and there goes my motivation..! (weird headspace monologue i had once the food poisoning went away (check past post))
"Im starving." "This illness that has so quickly slipped out of my systems like morning dew on grass, the sudden harsh twist in my stomach calling out. Begging. Pleading to be quieted" "It had only been four days. I mean, I ate. But my body threw out the meal like it was a vile mass that could end my life on the spot." "..." little later after lunch "This hunger feels insatiable. It wont. STOP. Its gnawing on my stomach its never ending. why..? wont you stop... this rotting feeling clawing inside of me PLEASE! IM BEGGING YOU!!" might make an drawing on this idk its pretty fire
16.06 - Walking through the streets in the morning is something else.
The city is waking up. The sun slowly rises into the sky. People are walking to work, while others are finally making their way home after a night shift.
If you sit on a bench and simply take the time to observe, you notice everything. Some people look sad, while others seem to be in an incredibly good mood. Some are listening to music through wired headphones, the old kind, and somehow they've become so vintage that they're actually cool again.
I found myself watching the way people walk. The city workers cleaning up after yesterday's little storm. The excitement on young children's faces as they hurried off to their nannies. The way people dress, the way they move, whether they're alone or walking beside someone they love.
Without even realizing it, I started imagining their lives. Where they were going. What they were thinking. Whether they were rushing toward something they loved or trying to escape something they didn't.
For a little while, I was just an observer, quietly collecting tiny pieces of strangers' stories.
And then, this morning, I became one of them.
Waiting for the vet clinic to open so I could leave my dog there. Walking back out twenty minutes later, tears streaming down my face, my heart breaking, while somewhere nearby, someone was probably watching me the same way I had been watching everyone else.
I wonder what story they imagined for me.