this is why
you can’t have nice things
this is why
you shouldn’t speak
this is why
you should stfu
this is why
this is why
this is why
this is why
this is why
you should be unalive
don’t say
a word
just smile
always smile
laugh
smile
all
the while
you feel
not ok
but you will be
fine everyday
cause you’re you
you have to
actually
don’t feel
that makes
everything worse
feelings are the
enemeny
anemone
enemy
just keep walking
gotta keep walking
don’t start talking
shouldn’t start talking
it fucks
everything up
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That passage in that article (about Atlantic from the Revolver mag)
Now I'm the one complaining about certain things opposed to being dispraised for saying certain thing.
TW: SH and stuff (“unaliving”)
Most fans agree that Atlantic is about a failed suicide attempt. This is what I believe also btw. He lets us know something so private and but then again he does not say that this actually happened. That what we assume is the actual truth. I don't like how this author makes assumptions about the reasons behind it. That's the only thing that I personally find a bit weird.
When it comes to me, I would rather like being asked about my own attempts, then it being speculated about. You know what I mean?
Vessel said that he is “selfish and that he chooses not to give what others give” (message from the Room Below”). I am beginning to understand this now. But what he does there is really kind of selfish. He gives us details without giving us a full picture or a clear statement and then what ends up happening is: lots of humans speculating.
Idk....I'm just a little starstruck in a way. Because of the amounts of sh*t that I got for saying things like “Vessel and self-harm” in one sentence.
You know...double standards.
There are many reasons for someone to do something like that and also why someone decides to “end things”. Idk...I do say a lot of things but I don't speculate about what got him there. I see what I can see (his scars). He somehow invites us to talk about all kinds of things through his lyrics but I do draw a line somewhere.
I feel for everyone struggling! You are not alone with this.
And also...that whole magazine....the texts in there: very well done. I'm just pointing this out. That's all.
And also...humans talking behing your back. Always! I never cared about that. They want to know things. Instead of asking these things they talk behind your back. Idk...I really like it when someone asks me something directly. Whatever...
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Mind & Heart (1/1) (jegulus)
(TW: conversation and thoughts of unaliving | EDesque - please handle yourselves and the content with care my loves - but happy ending with coping and comfort)
"What's wrong? Where did you go?" James asked, coming into the living room. Regulus was sitting with his back straight, staring blankly at the wall.
"Oh nothing. I just need to eat I think..." Regulus waved him off. He knew this was true. His mood always dipped if he hasn't eaten, but mostly only truly notices he is past hunger when his thoughts turn dark.
"Regulus I can see you holding back tears. What is wrong?" James said softly but challenging. Regulus moved his hand to his face, his eyes were threatening to spill over. When did that happen, he thought to himself.
Regulus took a deep breath, and then met James' eyes: "Well, I had a thought about dying and that spiralled, hard, but it's only because I haven't eaten since this morning" Regulus began slow but the explanation at the end was hasty.
"Reg..." James whispered, his lips turning down.
"No for real James it's okay. When I think about my life this is truly the happiest I've ever been and I have so many things I'm looking forward too. Just it was my mothers birthday this weekend and while I know that really doesn't mean anything to anyone else and she was a terrible woman, she was still my mother you know? So the weekend was hard and then today I was just so busy that I didn't get a chance to have a lunch and here we are." As he was reflecting, trying to ensure James wouldn't misunderstand he spoke the situation mostly clearly for the first time that day.
James perceived him for a moment. "Do you want to talk about you mother because we can Reg," James offered. Regulus shook his head and replied with a soft "no." Titling his head James narrowed eyes, almost unconvinced, but there was no masking in Regulus' voice or face. "Are you sure?" He asked tentatively, covering his bases.
"Yes I promise." Regulus said. He went to get up but was too exhausted to move really. James took a few steps forward and kissed him on the head, settling him back down in the couch. "How about I go pick up some take away? And then we can just relax on the couch and there's no dishes, and then you can have a nice shower if you're up for it and we can go to bed early?" James suggested.
Regulus started to protest about not wanting James to spend money or that he was perfectly capable of making dinner for himself, but James wasn't having it. "Love, I'd really just like some burgers honestly and by the time I'm back you'll have only just been ready to get off the couch," he kissed Regulus on the cheek and pulled a knit blanket over his legs. "You stay and I'll be back so fast."
"Thank you," Regulus said softly.
"I love you," is what James said back as he took one last look at Regulus and then headed out the door.
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It’s not that I can never catch small details or that I can never be organized. It’s that when I had to do those things for years to be successful in my work, it exhausted me in ways neurotypical people do not experience. Exhausted to the point of burnout so severe I thought I would never heal and started thinking not being alive would be easier. My people pleasing tendencies, desire to succeed at work, prove myself and to fit in, was a mask for my adhd (and other neurodivergencies). Now that I allow myself to unmask and honor my needs to rest, I recognize how hard I was trying every second. It’s simply not sustainable. I don’t think anyone should have to live with that much pressure on their shoulders for the sake of “success”
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I actually had a good night last night and went to bed feeling semi happy, apart from the worry for friends and wishing I could make things better for them.
So why have I woke up this morning just wanting to vanish again to not exist, why do things just feel like they are slipping away! And feel so lost!
Maybe I am just broken beyond repair 🥲
why am posting my random thoughts on the internet
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