May 11, 2025
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Scientists should invent an existing that is entirely invisible and private and imperceivable to anyone
i think ascension would be nice
"how do you write detailed angst-"
I simulate their pain. OK?!
I lean my head against the wall, and pretend like i've just lost my adoptive daughter to a nightmarish transdimentional space-time pocket. I make myself cry and pretend my partner is next to me, holding me, comforting me. as i choke out broken sobs and guilt-ridden apologies.
is this mentally unstable behaviour?
yes.
Do i care?
no. I'm coping.
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“Project your problems onto your favorite characters!!” Ok
Guys, I feel rather on edge, due to an upcoming job meeting next friday, that will either approve or refuse my test year. I've been organizing my files I have to send by this friday.
I'll send them tomorrow so I won't have to think about them anymore, but properly arranging them caused me tons of anxiety all afternoon.
Hearing of Deavigh's death hasn't really helped things along.
Can anyone please give me comforting words?
In this haze, I realize that the Sun cannot hold me, For Her flames burn at my sides And Her voice calls for me to become ash on barren soil. If this is so, then let me become the moon, With each sense of self rolling in like a tide Reaching the shores of my mind, Cooled by the waters of his own faith.