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VentingI am so replaceable
Thread starterPearl
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You ever realize how replaceable you are. I could just disappear and no one would really feel like something is missing, maybe a minor inconvenience that is easily solved by getting someone else to take my place and then I am not even a memory.
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bloodblacknothing, Rogue Proxy, Sannti and 4 others
We are all replaceable for the world, and for society that is why the world never ends. However, on a smaller scale, a loved one is never replaceable. More generally, each person's story is unique. And no one can write this story for you.
Best wishes and best support
People do move on easily. After all, they are driven by their feelings and might cry when others die, but they don't grieve forever. The people close to you will go on because they want to live and have enough luck to make their lives dreamy.
If you think of people as vehicles that move forward, some require more fuel than others. A car requires more fuel when it is heavier and everyone here has it heavy. The fuel you are given during childhood burns out throughout your lifetime. The challenges you face are like mountains and logs, obstacles that require more of your fuel to push through. At the end, when you run out of fuel, there's nothing you can do.
You might be replaced and people might forget about you. Humans are programmed to keep marching forward as long as they have fuel.
Yeah totally feel yah right there, people in general just replace stuff easy if its not of unimportant or it seems nothing much of a worth to them. because we are a selfish creatures even your so called loved ones or people that are close to you. they only miss you because they needed you to do something for them nothing more nothing less. we view each other just as object to do stuff for them because they can't do it or to lazy to do it.
i feel like i just fill a gap. like people only hang out with me because they have no one better to be with in the moment. maybe that's just what people do and is normal but sometimes i wish i was wanted. me, specifically, you know. i wish it was less transactional. must be nice to have someone look at you and to be genuinely wanted.
maybe i already have that and i just can't see it because of my fucked up head. i don't know if that's better, i don't want to be unable to feel loved
Apparently I'm not replaceable. I HAVE to survive. It HAS to be me. It under no circumstances can be ANYONE else. I cannot for the life of me escape this planet. And even though I know I am replaceable people come out of nowhere to yell at me and treat me like shit and undermine me. Then when I'm suicidal oh all of a sudden my life matters.
Exactly this. I used to want people to miss me and feel my loss and regret their actions when I die, but I've matured enough to know I'm irrelevant in the grand scheme of everybody's life. Nobody's favorite, that's for sure. It at least comforts me that my parents have another, better child, and my friends have a plethora of better friends to lean on when I disappear.
Exactly this. I used to want people to miss me and feel my loss and regret their actions when I die, but I've matured enough to know I'm irrelevant in the grand scheme of everybody's life. Nobody's favorite, that's for sure. It at least comforts me that my parents have another, better child, and my friends have a plethora of better friends to lean on when I disappear.
I wish I could come to terms with my insignificance. It depresses me so much because I feel like a little part of me that wants to live and get better but almost all of me knows it so impossible because I fallen into the "hope" trap before so many time. I wish to come to terms with my hopelessness one day.
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