I dont know who's going to see this but I want to type it out.
I feel most of all lonely and without anyone in my life to talk to genuinely. I feel like this whole account has burned up and is slowly dying. Today I live in a two room apartment with no one to talk to but myself.
Try and do things, revamp this page and all. I hope of you've read this far, you'll drop a like and show me im not just rambling in the dark right now. Thank you for just reading.
I dont know who's going to see this but I want to type it out.
I feel most of all lonely and without anyone in my life to talk to genuinely. I feel like this whole account has burned up and is slowly dying. Today I live in a two room apartment with no one to talk to but myself.
I had this whole world i was in, role-playing and posting and posting good art along with good writing. I miss the people that liked what I did on here, there were even those that told me I changed their life. Im Christian now and I can't do any of that anymore, but I'd still-
When you feel like a song was made just for you - https://t.co/rGrROWeHyl
Personally im gonna be using this song as a mantra against my schizophrenia that causes me to see things and affects my judgement, always thinking something is out to get me.
Man I really wish Markiplier's Iron Lung movie was sent to Disney Plus or tubi, or some video streaming service. I couldn't watch it in theaters, and I keep seeing everyone praise it to be good/albeit a bit slow sometimes.
Be grateful of the mere breath you take, just being alive is sometimes enough, no matter what struggles you have, take time to reflect what you still have. Not everything is still pain.
Ive gotta find a reason to keep living. This depression can't win, this feeling of isolation and abandonment. This feeling of nothingness, its boredom sinking into me. I need to do something, anything. I won't let it win.
I decide how I feel! I need friends, and goals, in life-
HENTAI GOD
Everyday is a pounding receipt and cycle of " what do i do now? "
So much to think about but the voices in my head dont let me give thought. starry skies turn into nightmarish, black clouds of fear.
Why can't i be happy with what i have?
place on here, on twitter. To feel like im slowly dying, is akin to watching my followers flood out and leave me. i lost my touch, refusing to fill the place with lewdness has me falling out, to not know trends, to not be a hot topic to less notibility. i am at the midheart.