(8/31) remaking because the horrors never end! 🙃 im so sorry i have to do this again...
i’m vincent, a trans dad with chronic pain working myself to exhaustion and still can’t keep up. we had extra expenses this month due to car insurance, and tags being more than we thought they’d cost.
basically while i’d raised enough for rent, i still ended up 300 short, since we also had to have our brakes repaired. we’re living each day with the oncoming threat of our electricity being shut off just about any day now. the total being over 600, but we only need 300 on that as well to keep it on.
anything at all helps, no matter how small! i can also do art commissions
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v*nmo: kashebu
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You ever just. see something that makes you want to eat soap. and wash it down with some Ethanol
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felt triggered so I took my pulse with my fingertip oximeter and apparently being triggered makes my heart rate shoot up into the 120s
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Insane
I don't know what the hell is wrong,
But god damn its 3 am again,
And sleep seems dead.
Skin crawling,
Head hollow,
Eyes red.
Why am scared?
When there's nothing frightening,
Why the hell am I crying like I've seen the dead?
Am I fucking insane?
Or is something driving me insane?
God I can't tell the difference anymore.
The voices are gone,
And I'm not alone,
Then why the hell does everything still feels wrong?
Why the fuck am I falling apart?
There's nothing tearing me down,
Nights like these reminds me how I'm insane.
Am I insomniac?
Or schizophrenic?
Or just a general socio manic?
God help me,
I wish I could set fire to my brain,
Squeeze out my lungs,
Carve out my veins,
Claw out my skin,
Draw out my soul,
And trap me in void.
Take this emotions apart,
Sort them into fucking pills,
And lock them away,
But fuck God he made numb more than worse.
So I sit here in the dark,
Looking up on empty ceiling,
For nth time in my life,
Repeat again and again,
I'm not fucking insane.
I know I'm odd,
Kinda bit of a social freak,
Who lives on a impulsive streak,
Doesn't think about normal important things,
But I sit here alone convincing,
I don't know who the fuck,
No I'm not crazed.
Repeating words in my head,
Which I left unsaid,
Dad I'm trying,
Don't look at me like I can't be helped,
Like I'm something beyond repair,
Mom please I beg,
Don't look at me like you can't understand,
A single thing I say,
And to everyone else,
Dont look at me like I'm unknown,
I swear I'm the same.
The more I write,
More I seem insane,
They say don't say something about yourself,
The world will take it as a fact,
But how else do I describe myself,
When the only thing I've felt since forever,
Is just kinda insane?
And with that I repeat to myself,
No I'm not insane.
-s.b.
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one of these days im gonna throw my phone into the ocean like those ceo dudes who realize family is more important than money in movies or whatever
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