i cant lie, im also beating myself up about not being able to get excited for the new game, or anything anymore it seems, while it can be fun to criticise things, some things you just dont like so badly that the frustration knowing it could be so much better but isnt and you not able to change it outweighs any fun- i dont like being a 'hater', i hate totk, but not bc i hate zelda but bc i LOVE it and want it to be better (though im starting to doubt my ability to do anything good with it too..)
and with the new game trailer (like, i still hope its better than im fearing rn) i feel similarly as when the next totk trailers dropped after the first one (which DID excite me), all of them gave me a sense of dread bc it seemed to go into a direction i wouldnt like, i tried to tone that voice down to enjoy the game, but then .. i was right
i dont want to be an annoying complainer about everything new, but maybe i am and i dont like that thought, i dont want to spoil anyones fun, i want to partake in it :(
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I just feel like such a burden to everyone. Someone can scream in my face that I’m not a bother but my mind won’t accept it so there’s literally no winning anymore. I can’t cope.
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in the backs of my eyes, light does not reach.
black and white, monochrome stars, inky null and blinding full.
others dream, and my thoughtlessness seeks.
though i cannot see, and though i cannot breathe
in every moment my eyes breach free-
i dream.
not for grandeur, not for fillment,
i dream of nothing but hope.
for days where i could, for the days i would dream.
sitting in the back seat. squalid radio turned to rage.
looking at her shoulder’s locks, dreaming of the cage.
taken to my first bar, shown my first rave
not forgotten, not forsaken, the only love i will take to my grave.
cigarettes and mud, alleys and grunge
all i wanted was saving.
gone so far, seeded so deep,
until it whittled into camaraderie.
when the shows over, she’d take me home and leave me in her bed.
that night i would be cherished, and that morning we'd be fed.
i see their faces in my dreams, as every possibility, every tangle, every thread, every filament held together.
like a bastion of memory, creating false to fill the empty.
to grant hope to a greyscale null.
* *
starlight ash, the null of the void, the hopes of a begotten child.
is there anything to hear, when the screams are of fear, or choking of brittle and tears?
his hopes were so mild, his rage was unbridled, how could she be any different?
feel her eyes shiver, feel her soul take, feel the ties of the poverished ingrate.
your help cannot find it, your thoughts cannot find it, your hands cannot feel it, your heart cannot take it, your legs cannot shake it and your teeth cannot break it.
in every part of you is her no matter how hard you fight
it has been the end of her
not of her blight. only of her light.
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