Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
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The world doesn't know me. I am always alone in my thoughts. I can pretend to be anyone, assume any identity in front of people, because none of them know where I come from or where I'm going; no one knows the intentions I hide. The life I have belongs only to me, because there is no one to whom I can prove my worth. My victories are celebrated alone; my torments suffered alone. I sleep every night without physical touch or text messages. I am a complete stranger.
I daydream when I walk down the street, imagining myself beside someone who loves me. I disconnect from sensible reality and create memories in a fictional world, with fictional dialogues and fictional presences, that only exist within my mind. Loneliness inevitably leads me to Maladaptive Daydreaming. Like a body trying to produce the nutrient it has always lacked.
I feel trapped in this histrionic material existence. All that matters is what can be objectified: physical form, useful value, predominant social symbolism. Life is, literally, the embodiment of a "The Sims" game without character selection (and the server is infested with hackers competing in the same lobby as you).
I daydream when I walk down the street, imagining myself beside someone who loves me. I disconnect from sensible reality and create memories in a fictional world, with fictional dialogues and fictional presences, that only exist within my mind. Loneliness inevitably leads me to Maladaptive Daydreaming. Like a body trying to produce the nutrient it has always lacked.
I feel trapped in this histrionic material existence. All that matters is what can be objectified: physical form, useful value, predominant social symbolism. Life is, literally, the embodiment of a "The Sims" game without character selection (and the server is infested with hackers competing in the same lobby as you).
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