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like actually for real how do I continue on for the rest of my life

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"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there

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i dont understand

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ARE YOU A BONE OR BLOOD PERSON.

ARE YOU A VOID OR ABYSS PERSON.

ARE YOU A ROT OR DUST PERSON.

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phone is my best friend she would never betray me. what do you mean my brain is being fried by the constant dopamine hits. she just wants me to be happy

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theyre in a polycule

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does anyone feel the layer of plexiglass between themselves and the rest of the world or is that just a me thing

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Why must it all be so unbearable all the time

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btw with art when people say 'youve got to do it scared' 'youve got to draw bad' 'youre not gonna know how to do it until you do it' it sounds like bullshit but its true. 90% of art is just getting over the fear that it's not going to be good enough to deserve to be made in the first place. but you're here. you're alive and, with no need to justify that, you're going to make art. it's just part of being alive. you'll spend so long worrying you aren't doing it good enough that you'll look back and realized you didn't live a single day of it.

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Imagine a bee rn in a hive muttering "the beekeeper is not real because he is not intervening or helping me at all with this disastrous relationship I have with another bee". now imagine that's you talking about the good lord. now imagine a dog with a propeller hat on

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can’t focus on work. can only think of that one lesbian poem about chivalry

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I know depression is the everyman mental illness now but not a single mental issue I’ve ever had has been more devastating to my life and self esteem than the brain fog and forgetfulness that comes with my depression. I can think, I can’t be creative, I can’t speak to anyone or make jokes or remember even the most basic details about my favorite things. Nothing I say makes sense and every single thought i have has to be dragged through brain molasses to make it to my mouth. And then when people around me are confused by the strange things I say or are bored by my inability to contribute to conversations, they (understandably!) go do something else, leaving me with a feeling of being rejected, worthless, and unloved, thereby worsening my depression and subsequently also the brain fog

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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