Accursed be the eyes that see but feign blindness.
Accursed be the hearts that feel but feign numbness.
Accursed be the conscience that masks tyranny as virtue.
Accursed be the oblivious to what is true.
Accursed be the hearts that feel but feign numbness.
Accursed be the conscience that masks tyranny as virtue.
Accursed be the oblivious to what is true.
February 8, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Accursed be the eyes that see but feign blindness.
Accursed be the hearts that feel but feign numbness.
Accursed be the conscience that masks tyranny as virtue.
Accursed be the oblivious to what is true.
Accursed be the hearts that feel but feign numbness.
Accursed be the conscience that masks tyranny as virtue.
Accursed be the oblivious to what is true.
Curse.
Accursed be the lives of those who see but feign blindness.
Accursed be the lives of those who see but feign blindness.
February 8, 2025 at 6:39 AM
Curse.
Accursed be the lives of those who see but feign blindness.
Accursed be the lives of those who see but feign blindness.
For the thousandth time, this is the definition of trauma. I have enough shit to deal with to be more than happy to erase y'all from my brain I just can't. Fuck you. I hope one day you'll experience how it feels to have the whole world including your closest friends go on oblivious to your suffering
February 8, 2025 at 6:22 AM
For the thousandth time, this is the definition of trauma. I have enough shit to deal with to be more than happy to erase y'all from my brain I just can't. Fuck you. I hope one day you'll experience how it feels to have the whole world including your closest friends go on oblivious to your suffering
Now I'm holding a grudge because dreaming of you assholes ruined my precious sleep after weeks of constant panic attacks and having to go to hospital for running out of meds. I hope you get a taste of your own medicine selfish pricks.
February 8, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Now I'm holding a grudge because dreaming of you assholes ruined my precious sleep after weeks of constant panic attacks and having to go to hospital for running out of meds. I hope you get a taste of your own medicine selfish pricks.
In the end you all proved me right
Why help someone in pain when you can remove him from your lives?
Why help someone in pain when you can remove him from your lives?
January 22, 2025 at 4:11 PM
In the end you all proved me right
Why help someone in pain when you can remove him from your lives?
Why help someone in pain when you can remove him from your lives?
If there was a coping mechanism called "obsessive walking," this would definitely be it
January 20, 2025 at 4:23 PM
If there was a coping mechanism called "obsessive walking," this would definitely be it
Bought a jar of lemon jam and can't open it...
January 19, 2025 at 9:30 AM
Bought a jar of lemon jam and can't open it...
...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. (Shakespeare, sonnet 116)
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. (Shakespeare, sonnet 116)
January 17, 2025 at 6:15 PM
...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. (Shakespeare, sonnet 116)
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. (Shakespeare, sonnet 116)
Everything in this world wants me dead
January 14, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Everything in this world wants me dead
You enjoy torturing me don't you
January 14, 2025 at 6:42 AM
You enjoy torturing me don't you
One thing is certain
You cannot undo what you've done.
I cannot forget.
Neither of us can pretend all of this never happened.
Make something out of it or live with the guilt. The choice is yours. There's nothing left for me to do. No will to do anything either. I doubt you can keep running forever
You cannot undo what you've done.
I cannot forget.
Neither of us can pretend all of this never happened.
Make something out of it or live with the guilt. The choice is yours. There's nothing left for me to do. No will to do anything either. I doubt you can keep running forever
January 13, 2025 at 8:50 PM
One thing is certain
You cannot undo what you've done.
I cannot forget.
Neither of us can pretend all of this never happened.
Make something out of it or live with the guilt. The choice is yours. There's nothing left for me to do. No will to do anything either. I doubt you can keep running forever
You cannot undo what you've done.
I cannot forget.
Neither of us can pretend all of this never happened.
Make something out of it or live with the guilt. The choice is yours. There's nothing left for me to do. No will to do anything either. I doubt you can keep running forever
You can't run away.
You are responsible for the suffering you cause and the suffering you ignore as you run.
And the responsibility will forever chase you.
Whether you'll ever get a chance to make amends for it is entirely a thing of luck.
You are responsible for the suffering you cause and the suffering you ignore as you run.
And the responsibility will forever chase you.
Whether you'll ever get a chance to make amends for it is entirely a thing of luck.
January 13, 2025 at 8:42 PM
You can't run away.
You are responsible for the suffering you cause and the suffering you ignore as you run.
And the responsibility will forever chase you.
Whether you'll ever get a chance to make amends for it is entirely a thing of luck.
You are responsible for the suffering you cause and the suffering you ignore as you run.
And the responsibility will forever chase you.
Whether you'll ever get a chance to make amends for it is entirely a thing of luck.
You are responsible for what I am right now. You are responsible for how you affect those around you.
And I doubt you can escape this fact for long.
And I doubt you can escape this fact for long.
January 13, 2025 at 8:38 PM
You are responsible for what I am right now. You are responsible for how you affect those around you.
And I doubt you can escape this fact for long.
And I doubt you can escape this fact for long.
I for once neither can nor will ever forget this. Even if it stops hurting me one day, a world where such things can happen with everyone involved escaping responsibility is not worth living in.
Yall keep making me suffer. You could have done otherwise. I don't hate you. But I hold you accountable.
Yall keep making me suffer. You could have done otherwise. I don't hate you. But I hold you accountable.
January 13, 2025 at 8:36 PM
I for once neither can nor will ever forget this. Even if it stops hurting me one day, a world where such things can happen with everyone involved escaping responsibility is not worth living in.
Yall keep making me suffer. You could have done otherwise. I don't hate you. But I hold you accountable.
Yall keep making me suffer. You could have done otherwise. I don't hate you. But I hold you accountable.
You cannot fool me. How long do you think you can fool yourselves? How long can you keep this petty masquerade running?
Who do you think owes who an apology in the end?
I do not remember telling anyone to kill themselves.
Who do you think owes who an apology in the end?
I do not remember telling anyone to kill themselves.
January 13, 2025 at 8:31 PM
You cannot fool me. How long do you think you can fool yourselves? How long can you keep this petty masquerade running?
Who do you think owes who an apology in the end?
I do not remember telling anyone to kill themselves.
Who do you think owes who an apology in the end?
I do not remember telling anyone to kill themselves.
"Helping me" is just an excuse at this point. You don't help anyone by telling them to go die. You're just desperately trying to hide something. Desperately running away from something.
January 13, 2025 at 8:28 PM
"Helping me" is just an excuse at this point. You don't help anyone by telling them to go die. You're just desperately trying to hide something. Desperately running away from something.
No one tells me why because no one can justify whatever it is. Instead you keep doing more of it, going as far as telling me to kill myself time and time again, and justifying it under the guise of helping me "move on."
Think about it. You went as far as justifying wishing death upon your friend.
Think about it. You went as far as justifying wishing death upon your friend.
January 13, 2025 at 8:27 PM
No one tells me why because no one can justify whatever it is. Instead you keep doing more of it, going as far as telling me to kill myself time and time again, and justifying it under the guise of helping me "move on."
Think about it. You went as far as justifying wishing death upon your friend.
Think about it. You went as far as justifying wishing death upon your friend.