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#Depressed thoughts
brokenobstacless · 1 year
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I wonder if anyone will ever choose me.
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sad-tired-andlonely · 3 months
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Why do I care so much for people who wouldn’t even cared if I died? I’m over here grieving and they’re living their best life acting like I don’t even exist.
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fvckinsociety · 1 year
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I want to end my fucking life again, ooopsieee.
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tr4nqui1tr4g3dy · 5 months
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“You For You And Only You” - edited and compiled by @ifuckinggiveup
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blindedbythedarkness · 9 months
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I turn 25 tomorrow. I wonder how many more birthdays until life feels survivable again. Will I even make it until that time? Or will Covid kill me first? Will /I/ kill me first if this pain and harm doesn't stop? If I do live, will I be too old to have a family by the time they're safe to exist?
My third pandemic birthday. I've lost all of my early 20s. They're not lost from wearing a mask, avoiding crowds or being safe. They're lost from being forced to grow up too damn fast. From being forced to choose between my health and my social life. From being excluded and ostracised from society and the communities where I thought I'd finally found a home. From having my basic humans rights- my rights to participate in society, to life, to safety, to healthcare- systematically stripped from me piece by piece whilst being told its not happening at all.
I'm slowly making peace with getting older. As much as I grieve the years I've lost, I'm equally grateful I've survived another one. It's a privilege to get older and I'm more grateful of that than ever. But the pain I'm enduring every single day from the hidden pandemic and gaslighting from everyone I ever trusted makes it hard to appreciate.
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sarnai4 · 18 days
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Growing Older
So...here is a sad Dagur thought I had (since my brain decided I needed one of those). I want to preface this by saying that I know aging can occur in very healthy ways where people are sound of mind. That said, Dagur has never been sound of mind. That's why it worries me what might happen when he gets older. The thought of his brain deteriorating further concerns me.
He could forget what has happened in his life and mistakenly believe he's still with the Hunters or a villain. It could be interesting if some of him remembers that he's still good, creating a conflict of his past memory fighting to exist in present day and his true self trying to stay good. I could see him being even more haunted by his years in prison and getting to the point where he's almost hallucinating. The people around him begin resembling guards and/or other inmates. It would be sad too with his family. Dagur could begin to forget the faces of Mala and their kids/grandkids. I keep imagining all of these types of moments with there being a part of him that remembers. That part is devastated that he's forgetting and hurting those he loves. I might write a little fic about this.
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annaphoenix1994 · 7 months
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Sending thoughts for those alone for Thanksgiving. Whether it's without a loved one or a partner to introduce to your relatives, Or having no way to celebrate, I'm thinking about you as I am in that category. I love being in a fandom, but I hate the harsh reality of being lonely and having nobody special to celebrate with. My sister and I were asked a couple of times why where still single, and I couldn't help but feel the reminder that I'll probably go the rest of my life without that special person.
I hate being lonely, and I hate that I'm not the only one feeling this way.
We all deserve love, yet I want everyone else to find it before me.
I love seeing girls find that special man who takes away their insecurities, yet I always envy them for having something I've always wanted.
Okay. I'm done ranting.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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recovery-nuovame · 2 years
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My meme™️
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goldrose-star · 8 months
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To whoever is reading this: I'm sorry if I ever tried to reach out or communicate with you and ended up being totally cringe or unable to connect with you, even tho I wish I were able to. I'm having a hard time making friends or connecting with people. I know that people are busy and have their own life to navigate through and don't always have the time or energy to respond.
I wish I were able to reach out to people when I see something that reminds me of them or their OCs or that I think they might like, but I fear that they'll ignore me or are too busy and forget about me.
I just needed to get this off my chest because I'm feeling down at the moment. Feel free to ignore.
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traumxprxncess · 8 months
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They will find someone better than you. They will replace you.
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jjust-a-mess · 2 years
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i am so fcking tired of trying
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brokenobstacless · 11 months
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I need to kill myself 'cause I'm a mistake that can't be fixed.
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theend-game · 4 months
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It gets harder every day to carry on.
I don’t know how I’ve survived this long,
I also don’t understand why I have.
I spend each day daydreaming of death,
Wishing there was a way to end this pain.
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suicidexboyx · 10 months
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Day 2 🧸
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tr4nqui1tr4g3dy · 5 months
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“We Share The Same Moon” - edited and compiled by @ifuckinggiveup
🎧🎵: The Moon Is Falling Down - Crywolf feat. Charity Lane
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Josh, how has it already been 5 years since you took your own life?
Josh, how has it only been 5 years since killed yourself?
I'm not the same person I was then, but the grief has never really changed.
That was the single most traumatic day of my life.
The day you turned you head into a smoothie, throwing yourself off of the university balcony.
And I waited eight hours in the family room for your comatosed body to finally pass on.
But I know we lost the real you the second you hit the floor seven stories below you.
I will never not wonder about all the things that could have been.
I will never not miss you, my friend, Josh.
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