hypoxiaated
lord of the flies
- Dec 16, 2025
- 1
i didn't arrive here in a moment of drama but by attrition. life stopped responding. effort went unanswered. care produced nothing but suspicion. every time i tried to survive honestly, it was reframed as misconduct; every goodbye treated as manipulation. i wasn't asking to be rescued, only for proof that staying alive still meant something, and none ever showed up. people moralised, disciplined, threatened, or disappeared. love came conditional, empathy came policed, silence came easiest. i could have chased justice, had the evidence, but grew tired of starring in other people's righteousness. this isn't rage or spectacle. it's exit. i loved anyway, stupidly, because love to me is just deciding to look after someone, and that turned out to be unsustainable.
so this is a note, i guess. it's a record of what happens when meaning collapses and endurance finally stops pretending it's enough.
going to ctb in the morning with my sn. already on the meto diet. got a strip of xanax and lorazepam to soothe my nerves. i hope to god this works.
so this is a note, i guess. it's a record of what happens when meaning collapses and endurance finally stops pretending it's enough.
going to ctb in the morning with my sn. already on the meto diet. got a strip of xanax and lorazepam to soothe my nerves. i hope to god this works.