Feeling Miserable Because Your Hungry>>>>>>feeling Miserable Because You Ate

the reason why I haven't killed myself yet is

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I'm tired of hearing it's gonna be okay.

I just want it to be okay.

Energy: Rambling #11

18th April 2022, 02:12

Do you know what is really annoying? The random surges of energy that I can get. But, do you know when it is? It is always during the middle of the fucking night when I can’t do anything. Bake food? I don’t know how to work the new oven. Clean? The hoover would be too loud. Dance? My footsteps are heavy. Try on new clothes? My wardrobe door sounds like I’m dropping a nuclear bomb. I wish I had this kind of energy when I woke up and throughout the day, but when I wake up, I feel like I have been beaten up and had my head held underwater.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

"I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside me."

-Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan Van Heurck, from "Cassandra:A Novel and Four Essays".

something mildly annoying about someone expressing emotions so much. be hollow.like me . wdym ur happy no ur not

Slowly coming to the conclusion that no amount of love or reassurance can heal what has already been done to me. I seriously think I have met too many people in my life that fucked me up so bad, I simply will never be able to trust anyone anymore.

bpd: dont ask for help you will just bother them again ur already an inconvenience they dont care they just feel sorry for you

me: u right

Get on your knees and sell me your soul. Give me everything you have, offer every bit of yourself, every last drop of your divine energy—show me how desperate and determined you are for my affection, love, and loyalty.

I would never actually take anything of yours… I just want to see you beg. I want to see the panic in your eyes and listen to you stumble over your words once you see me walking away.

Fire: Rambling #16

19th April 2022, 00:56

When I was an child to early teenager, I really liked fire. In fact, I was obsessed with fire. I guess you could call me a pyromaniac. I would set fire to a lot of things in all shapes and sizes. Socks, underwear, toilet paper, you name it. Sometimes I would hang toilet paper between posts and set the middle on fire just to see the paper fall apart. Sometimes I would roll paper into faux cigarettes and set fire to the end just to scare drivers into thinking a child was smoking tobacco (I still don’t smoke, although I have had the occasional cigarette, but I think that’s primarily an excuse for me to carry my lighter around with me, I’m still attached to it). I had a stalker back in high school (but that’s a story for another day). She would copy everything I did. One of the things she copied was my obsession with fire. So, one day when I was at her house, she brought me some lighters. Of course, I made a SAFE fire in her garden. But, she was an idiot, and so was her little brother. They left the lighters beside the fire. Seeing this, I backed away and hid behind a car. The stalker followed me, none the wiser. Her little brother stayed by the fire. Three, two, one, and the thing caused a chain reaction of explosions between the lighters. It was so loud. I remember her mum running outside and screaming doolally. Luckily, or rather unlucky because I hated the little shit (he chased me around with a roller skate as a weapon once and I wanted nothing more than to smash his head against the corner of the mantelpiece), her brother was unharmed. It didn’t deter me from my arson. I still set fire to things. I was not afraid of fire. People would ask me to make their fires on the beach and they were always so surprised at 1. my ability to make a fire from nothing and 2. how I was so nonchalant when handling the flames. As aforementioned, I still carry my lighter with me. You never know when you’ll need to set your old high school on fire.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)