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My brain is doing the thing. The thing where I feel lack of motivation or care about anything or anyone... But my problem is not that my brain is doing the thing, it's that even though the existential despair is gone and I don't feel like dying all the time I still have almost all of the other base depression symptoms and now I'm depressed and feel like crying because I want to live for the first time since I was even a child and it's being ruined by the other symptoms running amok and making me feel so bleh about anything. It's stupid because the only reason I noticed is that neutrality is being attacked AGAIN and last time even though I had far worse symptoms and actual attempts to harm myself or worse I fought and fought hard to do my part to get net neutrality at the time I now just feel like "what's the point? We have a rotten jack-o'-lantern as president and he's putting everything he can into ruining everything for non rich people who can't line his pockets. I should want to fight, I do I guess but it's hard mentally because I am depressed so my brain is just mush I swear.

if you’ve ever asked what i hate the most, i will of said liars, i despise liars. a liar to me is the worst thing one could be or know. a liar is like a snake wrapped around the trigger of a gun, using their power and strength to constrict and fire, ruining whatever lies in front. a constant fire of bullets, showing no mercy to anything in its path. i still cannot stand those who lie for the sake of hurt, but i have now come to realise that.

i am the liar

i am the snake, constricting around a trigger, but my bullets create smiles. for all this time, with my bullets buried deep inside, the world collapses around me, the constant questioning, the worry, the frustration. my bullets do not cause wounds, they do not take lives or smash glass. in fact quite the opposite. these lies, bullets, put the pieces back together, they bandage wounds, heal scars, make up for lost time. a simple, i’m doing okay freezes the chaos for an hour, or until they see the harm, the reality. just shows, i guess. i have to come to terms with realising that i, am everything i have ever hated and what i do is the first thing that comes to mind when i am asked what bothers me the most, that is my reality,