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Do you know of sleep? I was told he's the cousin of death...
Many men a desire they have to rest in peace and make acquaintance with death. Truly, the predominant issue is one of death often accepting invite only when accompanied by pain. Is Mr/Mrs/Ms/Mx death as benevolent as we think? maybe not so...
Lol I humbly disagree. I think we'd resolve this impasse by conceding to the fact that Nembutal, no matter how bitter a taste it seemingly has, is pure sweet bliss in comparison to Pepsi and Coke. I'm thirsty now, where's my elixir of death?
Also, the taste of death is sweet to those who seek it out of desperation (SS community, largely speaking). However, it may appear revolting to those who "love life and everything it seeks to impose". Despite this dichotomy, those who seek death are required to use anti emetics (metoclopramide etc) to "tame it" yet those who repel the inevitable death devour it with no risk of regurgitation! How unfair...
I'm going to see my mum tomorrow, and I've not seen her in some months. My sister called to tell me that she has deteriorated rapidly and may not recognise me. I don't know how I will deal with this but it could be the last time I see her if she doesn't know me.
My brothers son who is three also called me because he told his dad to, I've only seen him once but will see him tomorrow.
I'm reminded of my other brothers partners grandkids and how I had fun with them about three or four years ago, he would say how they were always asking where I was.
I hate when kids become attached to me as It makes me feel guilty when I can no longer laugh with them.
When it comes to work, yall know I get it. A friend keeps reminding me how I push to hard. This is shift 3 back to back and the question is how long will it take for me to break. How many days and nights can I go before I fail or fall, any bets?
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Nobody wants to talk to me. Nobody wants to be friends with me. What did I do wrong ?
Not even the people here want to talk to me. They just try to avoid me if I message them.
What did I do to deserve this?
I have never done any serious harm to anyone.
Why do people treat me in this manner?
Why am I always the outcast?
Why does no one ever talk to me?
Why don't these people like me?
They won't even accept me.
I am just incapable of understanding. Maybe society is simply sick. It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
I miss @millefeui
I wonder what happend to her.
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RaphtaliaTwoAnimals, ForestLove, throwaway777 and 7 others
Nobody wants to talk to me. Nobody wants to be friends with me. What did I do wrong ?
Not even the people here want to talk to me. They just try to avoid me if I message them.
What did I do to deserve this?
I have never done any serious harm to anyone.
Why do people treat me in this manner?
Why am I always the outcast?
Why does no one ever talk to me?
Why don't these people like me?
They won't even accept me.
I am just incapable of understanding. Maybe society is simply sick. It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
Woke up feeling like I have been punched in the head which then prompted me to throw up, missed the bucket so it is all over the carpet. My thoughts are on just how hard it is to keep going for the sake of others even though I have to for the time being. I am desperately trying to find myself something to distract with. This is not living any more. I don't know what this is other than misery.
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I keep trying to change my life even though I know it is futile. For some reason I'm still not ready to go. I wish I was. I am tired of living this miserable life. I can't even change it. I have no control.
This feeling of powerlessnes. It makes me angry but also sad and depressed. I don't want to be the loser but somehow no matter what I do things just won't change.
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RaphtaliaTwoAnimals, Deafsn0w, Jodes and 5 others
I keep trying to change my life even though I know it is futile. For some reason I'm still not ready to go. I wish I was. I am tired of living this miserable life. I can't even change it. I have no control.
This feeling of powerlessnes. It makes me angry but also sad and depressed. I don't want to be the loser but somehow no matter what I do things just won't change.
I have nights where I stay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling misty eyed and wanting it all to end. Hopefully soon it will come. I know I can get over my survival instinct cause I don't give a shit anymore.
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15dec, RaphtaliaTwoAnimals, Jupiter and 9 others
I feel like a stupid coward. I have to stop procrastinating and get my arse ready for the inevitable. Does this mean I still harbour some hope? I don't care anymore.
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Deafsn0w, ForestLove, RaphtaliaTwoAnimals and 4 others
I'm so beyond tired of feeling and thinking. I'm so tired of emotions, and I have too many of them. Thinking, feeling, and seeing the same things over again and again everyday without any end in sight...if only I could blow my brains out.
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Walilamdzi, Deafsn0w, ForestLove and 7 others
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