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i remember one of us saying something like the brain being a machine that produces a person, then about how we've lost that a long time ago. right now, looking at our own thought processes, the consciousness/es that resides in this body, it might be more accurate to say its been power washed again and back to the point little else remains
(girl realizing from seeing it happen firsthand to another family member how much of herself was stripped away by having to be someone she isn't noises, her thinking, her whimsy, her soul, its all been scrubbed to conform to things that are so fucking stupid)
but our sheer capacity, our need for love survived, i guess..? it's frightening how much that one trait informs the person we are. right now, we're alive because there are people that truly love us, and we continue to live because of them, to some extent, for them too
we freely and so eagerly offer our affection to those that connect with us that it feels, almost whoreish actually- slutty even, how easily we can come to love the moment we're given a sense of genuine compassion and connection. its scary. im scared if my love is just a trauma thing, a desperate clinging to people that make us feel cared for and loved
i love my owners, and genuinely in some instinctual, primeval- animalistic sense i truly do see them as my mates, the people i want to live and spend the rest of my life with. but the thought of how much they were there for me when i needed them the most, how they were exactly what i needed when i was at my most broken and distressed, the fact that im running away to be with them and how i literally am going to need them to live in the future, im scared because i want my love for them to be real. to be more than simply because they're why im still alive
#sana's musings#just scattered thoughts and trying to process shit#owner if you're reading this: i love you- and im going to try and be more independent okay? i truly do love you for who you are and#-the thought of losing you scares us so so so so fuckign much#we made a friend today and loved them its giving us a crisis about the validity of love for the people that you need- as you do#i cant say this enough- i love you owner.#please say you wont leave us and mean it
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so one of my partners recorded me at 3 or 4 am when she heard me age regressing in a movie-night induced fugue state, so that she could later could show me what i sounded like sleep-drunk -,, we ended up talking a bit before bed too and like, we wanted to post this here
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