My feed will continue to be cute/funny shit from anime/videogames/whatever and yelling about injustice, racial or otherwise, and, when the mood hits me shouting, and I quote, "FUCK THE POLICE"
If that's too much whiplash for ya then, consider this a formal warning
As you were
It's weird to think in another life, I'd be getting married today.
Most of the time nowadays I've mostly been able to work past the fact that that life is over, but every once in a while the universe sends a little gut punch like today as a reminder
Not me getting crazy emotional by the end of the first act watching a musical I performed over 12 years ago.
I love the cast performing it but I can't see anything other than my old castmates from ages past on that stage now
Holy fuck I've never been so pressed at work before, but if coworkers don't learn to wait their goddamn turn before flooding me with questions about shit in THEIR department, they gon learn that my sarcastic asshole of a workplace demeanor is so much nicer than I want to be.
I may have been an antagonist in our story, but you became the monster in mine.
You'll never know that, how could you?
You said you loved me and while love isn't enough, love doesn't leave. Not when it's real.
And it was so real to me.
I had to break each of my fingers, one by one.
All because I simply could not fathom the thought of learning how to let you go.
Now I have to hope that they set right before I could ever hold anything so close again.
Imagine choosing that path because it was the lesser pain.
You gave up on me, and I had to learn to give you up. Do you not see how much that little difference can fuck someone up?
No, and I'm starting to think you never will.
I would like to die.
Now don't get it twisted, I wouldn't go out of my way to kill myself or anything close to that because of who I am as a person.
But the more shit that keeps happening the more I think about if something were to happen to me.
I think I'd be okay with dying.
I'm going to have the chance to live my life the way I want to right? Without the constant grinding of my own internal thoughts begging me to collapse? To just stop?
That's all I want. To know that peace comes back again.
Till then I just need to make it to the next step.
Honestly, yes I'm going through it. Yes I'm depressed. I'm devastated. I'm heartbroken. I'm mourning. I'm numb. I'm tired. So incredibly tired. I've been grieving for one thing or another for over a year now. I've lost more than I ever imagined I could handle by this point.
So I try to let myself feel. While everything in the world continues on, I try to open myself up to the pain. To the sorrow. To the regret. To the anger. And it hurts. It really truly hurts. I can't keep feeling it for so long, it has to let up eventually. Doesn't it?