• 1 Post
  • 147 Comments
Joined 1 year ago
cake
Cake day: June 26th, 2023

help-circle

  • Yeah because a magic border makes it so that things don’t affect all of us. Isn’t that wonderful?

    I legit don’t understand how anyone can think so small.

    If a fire starts in a city where everyone has your attitude, how long before it all burns down?

    Whether we like it or not, borders aren’t magical lines that protect us from the damage done behind one of those lines. Humanity is responsible for the wellbeing of humanity. No silly little line is going to change that.

    Imagine the consequences we’d still be suffering (yes, we. All of us) if the US hadn’t joined in WWII.

    I honestly don’t understand how anyone can think of their fellow humans as parasites. We’re all in this together. One big ego with enough support can destroy all of our lives and throw us back into the dark ages.

    We have thousands of years of history to guide us. Look into it.









  • Yeah that describes me pretty well, but I’m not bummed. I mean, not really.

    I don’t know. I could use therapy, but I must not have been honest enough because through my drug rehab program I was in therapy and they decided that I didn’t need it any more. They said that if I felt like I did, I could tell them, but I always want to just grab my meds, joke with the doctor, and get out of there.

    I don’t know. If I am depressed I’m surviving. I wasn’t surviving before. I was just paralyzed and waiting for death. I felt like a living thing though without having to think about it, but I didn’t want to be a living thing. Now I do, and my life is objectively a mess but I’m doing better than I ever have, so it’s hard to say I’m depressed when I’m doing better than ever.

    Life is a challenge, and that sucks because so far for me, it has flown by.





  • I just wish I had the desire to make friends or keep them. Every step we take in this world requires other people, and yet the most exhausting thing in this world to me is company. I can’t have a career of any kind because the whole idea of doing a social dance makes me want to vomit. It just isn’t in me.

    I’m not depressed, at least I don’t think I am. I don’t really feel sad.

    I always wanted to be a musician and I recorded a lot of songs when I was younger. I got pretty good at it even, and then I just stopped one day because I stopped feeling sad. I never shared any of it really. I still play, I just don’t take it seriously or write any more. I want to, because I put so much of myself into it. When I listen to a record I love, all I can do after is dream about making something that someone would love that much, but even if I did I’d never put it out there.

    I don’t even know why I typed this out. Your comment just opened me up I guess.

    Fuck it. Here’s one of those songs I wrote a thousand years ago.

    https://mega.nz/file/c0lkyZiT#MrSCD8ZCK_W5QmU5hekJrhhP-J3tGKUHvpAR748MQ10

    There, now I’ve shared one.