i just wanna be held,,, such a miserable girl i am
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Sometimes, he wondered if they were all going around in a state of permanent magical thinking, and if this was why they were all miserable. But how was that different from religion? … Or any other large-scale system of social order? If not for the purpose of making you think you could control other people, what they would say and do to you and for you and with you?
Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures
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My head hurts and I’m exhausted and feel somehow understimulated but my head hurt too much to do anything
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Im soooooooooo irrevocably saddened every time I look in the mirror
what is wrong with me because no matter what I feel like I’m cosplaying smb else trying to be pretty every every every every single day im so tried of this
I’m withering or whatever because being pretty is so much work it takes literally all my energy so I have none left to appreciate anything so I’m hashtag miserable all the time
Like it takes everything to not inhale every edible thing near me omg im gonna end my existence
Omg I’m so dramatic
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late to course because I forgot my fucking shoes and my friend is racing here to give me her boyfriends shoes
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Vile & Miserable (2025) | Movie | Movies Dock
🎬 Title: Vile & Miserable / Vil & Misérable
Story: Set in a unique universe where books and cars vie for shelf space, a cynical, ageless demon who sells books must join forces with an eager young assistant to rescue his beloved bookstore.
⭐ Rating: 6.3 (3 votes)
📅 Release date: February 7, 2025
⏱️ Runtime: 1 hour 51 minutes
🎭 Genres: Comedy
🎬 Director: Jean-François Leblanc
✍️ Writer: Samuel…
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“Babe I think dick will fix my stomach” (gastritis)
It didn’t but I impulse ate fries on 2 stomach pills and some Tylenol and it didn’t hurt so a win is a win
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I need people to stop talking to me like I’m a motivational quote.
I am not in a “think positive” phase.
I am in pain.
Real pain.
Nerve pain.
The kind that makes you hold your breath when you try to move.
And when I say I’m struggling, when I say I’m angry, when I say I’m exhausted, don’t answer me with “everything will be okay “ or “maybe it won’t turn out like that” or “stay positive.”
That shit feels like sandpaper on an open wound.
It’s not comforting.
It’s irritating.
It’s dismissive.
I don’t need hope speeches. I need someone to say,
“This fucking sucks. I see how hard this is.”
I am emotionally drained. My body hurts. My nerves are screaming. I haven’t slept properly in days. Every small movement feels like electricity down my legs.
And on top of that, I have to manage other people’s feelings?
Their need to stay optimistic? Their discomfort with my anger? Fuck No.
I don’t have the capacity for that.
I feel alone. Not because no one is physically here. But because I feel unseen in the reality of what this feels like.
You can’t positivity your way out of nerve pain.
You can’t mindset your way out of stress.
You can’t quote your way out of exhaustion.
Sometimes things just fucking hurt.
And what I need isn’t a solution.
It isn’t a lesson.
It isn’t a reminder that “I deserve life.”
I fucking know that!
What I need right now is simple.. I need someone to sit next to me and not try to fix me. I need someone to just say, “yeah… this sucks.” I need someone to listen without turning it into advice or a lesson.
I don’t fucking need correction. I don’t fucking need to be managed. I just need to feel like I’m not carrying this alone.
Let me be angry. Let me be sad. Let me be fucking frustrated.
I’m done trying to make things easier to hear… If you don’t know what to say, say nothing… Empathy is not that complicated. It’s not a riddle. It’s not advanced science. It’s literally just putting yourself in someone’s place for one minute before you speak.
This is my space to vent. My outlet. My way to process things without exploding. It’s not aimed at anyone specific and it’s not an invitation for a reaction. It’s just me letting things out so I don’t keep them inside because it hurts even more.
I just went through a major lumbar surgery. I’m in a lot of pain. I’m exhausted. My emotions are raw. I don’t have the energy to package my feelings nicely with a pretty bow so they’re easier to swallow.
I wish people would try empathy for once. Try imagining how it feels to be in this body right now. In this endless pain. In this emotional state. I’m overwhelmed and I’m sick and tired of people not living my situation, not using empathy to understand the hell I’m in right now.
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to me the craziest thing about lana del rey stove is that she should have called it oven
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I’ve been single for a few months now and i’m having trouble coping with it. Yesterday, i thought that since today is valentine’s day, i should do something even if i don’t have a partner. And i should also mention that i live with an engaged couple and i didn’t want to be around them being all lovey dovey all day.
Anyway so i decided to go to a cute little café and read a book for maybe an hour hoping that my life would turn out to be a fanfiction and a handsome stranger would notice me and sweep me off my feet.
Well, turns out on the way there i saw a million different couples and people carrying flowers on the street which already make me feel bad. There were also couples at the café and in the exact chapter of the book i was reading !
Only positive point is that i walked there so i got some exercise and i got to listen to kpop the whole time i was in the café cause apparently the barista is an army.
Yippy *with the intention of throwing myself off a bridge*
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need to go to the gym and do my mandated rehab exercises…. boring…… shit….. ugh……..
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[goodbye, ciaran.] writing of a friends oc and mine, and its like, sad.
Matthew spoke, ’ Follow me. ’ as Ciaran responded, angry, ’ Why? ’
’ ..Follow me. ’ Matthew insisted, bringing Ciaran along to an empty hallway. Ciaran spoke up, ’ Where are you bringing me? ’
Matthew only walked, bringing Ciaran. Ciaran listened, walking along but questioning. Matthew stopped, then letting go of Ciaran’s hand.
He walked infront of Ciaran, ’ Look at me. ’ He spoke up, Ciaran looked straight at him.
’ Ciaran, I’m going to die. ’ Matthew said, gripping onto a poison vial behind his back. Ciaran responded, ’ ..Excuse me? ’ He said, angry and confused.
’ I’m going to kill myself, Ciaran. ’ Matthew responded, devoid of emotion. ’ I told you before last trial. ’ He continued on, ’ I’m tired of being betrayed, stabbed in the back. I’m too trusting, Ciaran. ’
’ You’re bluffing. ’ Ciaran responded, as Matthew pulled out the vial, keeping it near him so Ciaran could not grab it.
’ ..No, no. Stop. Please. You’re the only one I have left. ’ Ciaran spoke, clasping his hands together to convince Matthew.
’ I’m sorry, Ciaran. ’ Matthew responded, continuing on. ’ I’m too trusting, a fool, and I’m never going to truly be a good friend. ’
Ciaran shouted, ’ God damn it! Stop! Stop! Please! You’re all I have left! MATTHEW! ’ Matthew smiled bitterly, his eyes blank.
’ I Forgive You. ’ He said, drinking the poison as Ciaran rushed at him, screaming, ’ NOO! ’
Matthew’s nose bled, his eyes turning red, and his body losing strength as he fell backwards seeing Ciaran run forward.
Matthew felt pain for seconds, slamming onto the floor and finally, peacefully dying. ’ NOO! ’ Ciaran cried out, grabbing the now dead Matthew’s still warm body.
He held onto the body tight, sobbing. Tears ran down his cheeks, his eyes were rimmed red, but not red like Matthews.
In gut wrenching sobs, he managed to report the body. As he got up, leaving the body on the floor with his face disheveled from the tears.
His eyes slowly closing as he heard footsteps, hearing the approaching bystanders.
