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oh and now i am feeling the urge to hurt myself again! ok!
It’s a little bit of a bad brain day. And I’ve had such good brain days lately. I’m a little annoyed. But also I would like to take it easy on myself. Thanks, void, for helping me figure it out. I’m peace-ing to eat dinner and watch a zombie show ✌️

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I love my ukulele but I hate my voice do you see my problem
//; Okay so I got to come clean, and externally process I think.
This post honestly is for me to expose my thoughts in relation to rp/being creative-- and in this case: my blogs in particular.
It’ll all be undercut. You do not have to read. Again, this is a step to see if it helps me finally move forward.
Comments are welcome-- constructive ones of course. Let’s not get mean, cool?
warning: negative; rambling; self critic
Venting
Ok, so My school is doing a thing The band program is doing a concert thing And they're performing songs from Hamilton (which is one of my obsessions as of lately) Problem is, they need vocalists to do the singing and rapping for "My Shot" (a fantastic song from the musical) So, they're holding open auditions tomorrow after school And the band director wants more of the choir and theatre kids to do the vocals, simply because we know the music better I WANTED to audition, unfortunately, my depression has made me heavily reconsider Meaning: if it doesn't clear up a bit by my lunch period tomorrow, I'm not going to auditions AND IT SUCKS BECAUSE SOMETHING I'M SO PASSIONATE ABOUT, SOMETHING I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE I FIRST STARTED LISTENING TO THE MUSICAL, SOMETHING I LOVE It's being sucked away from me because of this disorder that my parents refuse to get me help for It's slowly eroding the things I care about and it's just NOT FAIR I wanted this SO BADLY But this mental illness is taking that away from me But, I guess I don't have any room to complain Because others have it worse than me, right? My issues, my disorder brought on by the cruelty of others, don't matter, yea? I'm not worth the care or comfort, true?