⛧ RɎ₦Ɇ ⛧

I dislike it when I’m just scrolling on Instagram and a post about someone losing their pet—usually with sad music—comes up without any trigger warning. I understand that it’s completely fair for them to share their grief, but I really wish they’d include a trigger warning first. Every time I see one of those posts, I have a massive meltdown and can’t stop crying. It reminds me of losing my own pets, which is extremely triggering for me. I’ve always seen my pets as the only ones who truly love me and want me. They can’t lie to me.

I dislike it when I’m just scrolling on Instagram and a post about someone losing their pet—usually with sad music—comes up without any trigger warning. I understand that it’s completely fair for them to share their grief, but I really wish they’d include a trigger warning first. Every time I see one of those posts, I have a massive meltdown and can’t stop crying. It reminds me of losing my own pets, which is extremely triggering for me. I’ve always seen my pets as the only ones who truly love me and want me. They can’t lie to me.

It feels like my heart is rotting from the inside, heavy and burdened. It’s a weight I can’t shake off, and it makes everything seem pointless. I just want to retreat, to not feel or exist in this moment because the exhaustion is so deep, it feels like I can’t even face the simplest tasks. Most of the time, I feel empty, like I’m not even really a person anymore—just a shell going through the motions, disconnected from everything. It’s like being trapped in a fog that smothers any sense of hope or energy

Wake up to reality, nothing ever goes as planned is this accursed world. The longer you live the more you’ll realise that the only things that truly exist in this reality are merely pain and suffering.

Sometimes, it feels like life is just a long, drawn-out exercise in futility. Every day, I find myself questioning why I bother—getting up, working, chasing after goals that seem increasingly hollow. Everything just feels… pointless. If it weren’t for this nagging fear of what comes next, I think I’d just walk away from it all. I don’t want to chase anything anymore, not really. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop that leads nowhere.

I wish I could leave this world or at least leave my body for awhile, so I can forget my life, my problems, the never ending agony for a least a minute but it never ends, it’s just like a vine plant digging its thorns into you but these ones don’t come out, they infect you and how you used to be will never be the same, I just wish I could be free from suffocating thorns.