I really do not deserve sympathy if I keep trusting into people who obviously can only hurt and invalidate everything about me and everything we had as soon as I don't meet some of their selfish expectations. As soon as I start to feel safe and accepting living together, I fucking hear "we have no reason to be friends if you don't get into the videogames that I love" when I explained 500 times how I interact with videogames and fiction and why I cannot just waste my days playing many of them and why I cannot simply chug up new information and content often.
But really, why should anyone care about the fact that I get hurt again and that I am crying again, when I am the one who never fucking learns and keeps giving a chance to a person that I /know/ doesn't care and will harm me when I expect it the least? That every time it is another dumb, stupid, minor thing that magically makes me no longer important. That I cannot be honest and cannot be myself without being punished for it every time. That I just am not worthy of acceptance and understanding and unconditional love, it seems. That I am never good enough. Maybe people that hate me and want to exterminate me for the awful sin of having terrible mental health were right. Maybe I am weak for expecting anything from wrong kind of people. And the weakest must be gone.
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this is a long shot and i'm sorry to ask, but if you don't mind, can mutuals (or contacts or regulars... just... this community) of mine who aren't jumping ship like... let me know? will any of us still be here? is it over? i'm trying to know if this really is it or what's... even happening. i hate to reassurance seek but i'm feeling pretty miserable and confused.
edit: felt like i was being really pitiful and fragile making this but everybody is being so nice to me and responding so patiently with all your thoughts and i'm in tears of gratitude thank you thank you thank you 💖
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*clutching head* rodya and meursault would have such a good dynamic actually
I wonder if rodya would initially see meursault's indifference as like. a simpler version of her own feigned carefreeness and as a deliberate attempt to place himself as an outsider... only to realise that No, he really Is just Like That. and then she gets annoyed because it turns out that people who don't care about anything don't seem to be any fun.
(ofc he does actually care about a lot of things, just not necessarily his grander place in the world lol)
idk. nihilism vs absurdism. fun duo 👍 rodya would find meursault's genuine comfort with being a speck of dust in the universe baffling, while he would probably find her desire to assert her own importance pointless, but they could probably bond over little things like their shared desire to live in the present and appreciation of/indulgence in earthly joys. and meursault would probably listen if rodya wants to rant about anything without asking any uncomfortable questions. I think they could appreciate each other's presence.
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I got really bored so I thought I'll add some TD AI characters in one group and see what'll happen and once all introductions were said and done they straight up began trash talking Duncan agegejdjwk 😭✋🏻
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I just finished secret invasion here's my review: not enough Ben mendelson. 0/10 why did I even bother
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My brain nonstop since watching episode 2:
*RUN* angelic choir singing as we pan up Izzy's missing leg and then his body. As we see him holding the gun *RUN* Izzy looks sad, wet, sick, and PISSED, betraying Edward for good this time*RUN* Zoom in on Izzy's face, the mark of his failed attempt dripping in the rain *RUN* Pan to Ed, laughing like a maniac, relieved, and scared, as he realizes that Izzy didn't die. So him killing himself like this would kill all the people left in his life. That he's put the ship in danger for no reason.*RUN*
(Spotify is SO LUCKY my top Songs of the Year reset October, this fucker would be top 50 AT LEAST)
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i'm thinking about hauntings as manifestations of guilt. not "they haunt you because they deem you guilty" approach, but instead "they haunt you because you believe yourself guilty". there's the hallucination cause, of course, that the ghost stems from your own damaged psyche, but i've never seen anyone explore the concept of your own self blame disturbing the rest of the dead, dragging their specter along in your wake as a consequence of your inner turmoil. perhaps you're supernaturally attuned, perhaps there was some sort of magical bond, or perhaps your anguish is just that profound.
guilt loses its purpose when you lapse into inaction and fail to do better. guilt grows cruel when you weigh the living down with it. guilt becomes horrifying when you drag the very person you lost back from the other side just so they can witness you drive yourself to the edge and claim it's in their memory.
when do the dead get no say about what justice for them should entail? can't you see the heartlessness in that? no, because when you looked at their body, you never let yourself look away. you made them a martyr and styled yourself as damned, but this isn't justice - it's merely penance with collateral damage. you took the albatross corpse up and bound it to your own neck so tight it choked you.
won't you let it go? won't you let them rest?
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