i've lost the ability to even be upset with myself for degenerating
i've lost the will to fight, and can't even recognize the path back home.
i'm lost for good. i'm sorry for never becoming something worth becoming.
he visits me sometimes, and has nothing to say. he just silently cries in my arms as i fail to speak.
mourning together is the last trace of vitality i experience before lifelessly sulking home.
he becomes more faint, and i know there will soon be nothing left of him. i'm sorry for killing you.
the funny thing is it’s such a dead language even admitting as much is doxxing yourself
i’ve actually made an intentional effort to vague post about it in the past lol
I think I'm just a Rock Chick... and.. I like to rock oüt, I like to throw shit around, I like to go nuts... I like to scream, I like to howl, I like to break things, I like to yell... I like to get my anger oüt... and you know what?... Everyone has their on opinion on.. everybody...
ignoring the punchline, i think this has lines of latent potential of making the familiar strange in a way i can appreciate
autists 🤝 crazymaking abusers 🤝 estrangement effect enjoyers 🤝 “customize your commitments” relationship anarchists
the naturalization of “legal name” by giving it the moniker of simply “name”, and the implied artificiality of “preferred name” is profoundly idealogical
perception by another is usually predicated upon at least some minimally voluntative aspect (even if that amounts to no more than mere toleration or teeth-gritting acquiescence in service of some instrumental end)
that’s a rather banal observation but it becomes interesting when one’s self-concept differs from the observer, and this situation can present itself when the “usually” condition above is violated
honestly your problem is that you don’t cull the normies enough
pro strats: self indulgently post incomprehensible things, only discourse indirectly if at all, go on self centered rants, write about a niche interest no one gives a fuck about