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#i am unloveable
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People abandoning me just reinforces my belief that I only deserve the worst of the worst. Who am I to have boundaries after all? If someone gives me an ounce of attention, and affection, I will worship the ground they step on; that's who I am. Miserable loser.
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desideriumorsa · 2 years
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I want someone to brush a tear away from my cheek,
Like I am loved,
Somehow, by somebody,
Even if it is a lie.
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v4mporino · 8 months
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sometimes i think that if i had a bf thay like loved me i would be complete
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bpdcodone · 7 months
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I’m close to relapse
I’ve been so depersonalized it’s killing me this is the worst month for my PTSD and BPD
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cryptid-on-a-string · 2 years
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I’ve never thought of myself realistically as someone who could ever be able to be loved
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roastedinmarch · 4 months
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i’m so tired of not passing
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dragondawdles · 11 months
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Sp did you ever figure out what was up witht he noodle dragon?
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oh anon I'm ill about it
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lucidloving · 7 months
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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Clarice Lispector, Água Viva / The Stream of Life (trans. Elizabeth Lowe) // @inanotherunivrse // Natsuki Takaya, Fruit's Basket // I Know It's Over— The Smiths // Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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every time i think about how qpac and qmike grew up in an orphanage together with no one to rely on but each other i want 2 break down sobbing. what do u MEAN they were alone what do u MEAN they were just children who had to take care of each other!!! do u ever think about how pac was two years older than mike and part of the reason he's so protective and self sacrificial when it comes to his family is probably because he grew up trying to take care of mike in their younger years and probably has some form of eldest daughter syndrome. do u ever think about how mike probably tried to make up for that by being the more abrasive one and standing up for pac when pac was just going to roll over and take whatever people did to him just to keep mike safe and no matter what they did it got them into trouble anyway. do u ever think about how for the longest time they only had each other. i'm going 2 eat plywood
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bowenoke · 1 year
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i thought this was the worst thing in the world to find when going to an author's page after reading a work i enjoyed
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but absolutely nothing could've possibly prepared me for the sheer terror of
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corffee · 11 months
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 #𝟐𝟑: 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
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desideriumorsa · 2 years
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How to live with being unloveable?
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I feel like a chore to you, something you have to put effort into but really don't want to, an obligation
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aroaessidhe · 7 months
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2023 reads
The Spider And Her Demons
YA Australian urban fantasy/horror
about a Malaysian-Chinese girl who’s half spider-demon, just trying to keep her head down and survive high school
when she accidentally kills and eats a man in front of the most popular girl at school, they strike up a strange friendship and she starts to learn more about herself and the supernatural world
aroacespec/sapphic ish
#The Spider And Her Demons#Sydney Khoo#loveozya#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#you give me a teenage girl with giant hair spider legs who scuttles across her bedroom wall on page 3#and then eats a man and i am already sold.#also aus books are always so familiar compared to US books :)#and yes sexuality stuff is ambiguous but basically: a bunch of discussion on relationship hierachies (ie friendship equally/more important)#themes of feeling unlovable bc you're different and different forms of love#multiple times the MC says she has no interest in dating or relationships and also is touch (and maybe sex) repulsed#- but of course that Also has to do with the whole Being A Monster thing#and it definitely shows some kind of attraction to dior - ie looking at her lips/bare skin; blushing; etc#and ends on sort of hand kiss / 'is this something??' vibes#I asked the author and they said they see them as QPR / platonic soulmates but are not at the point where they would know what to call it#which makes total sense to me!#the part of me who wants more obvious aroace YA wishes it was a little more specific#but also I DO love ambiguity and I think it wouldn't be true to the characters#who are clearly not even ready to start figuring that stuff out.#and also. aroacespec sapphics is like. also something i want#also like. I think it's reductive to assume just because 'looks at lips' is a common allo attraction trope....doesn't necessarily mean#it has to be that. yknow.#anyway. i loved it a lot.#gross spidergirl (affectionate)......#also dior is such an interesting and complex character. like another book could have made her nicer or less fucked up
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Deep down I wanna be worse because I deserve it... I don't wanna be happy, safe, or loved. They are such alienated feelings to me... I deserve to live a life full of misery, because I am evil.
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janthewriter · 4 months
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I Am Tired
I am tired of feeling unloved.
I do not think anybody could ever love an unusual creature of perpetual habit like me. Only can they become intrigued with fascination of the unknown. Digging and prodding, only to yield no answers, fueling their anger until they move on to next best thing of existence, one that will gift them with the satisfaction they do hungrily desire.
I am tired of feeling this way.
My mind takes me to the dungeons of a Victorian castle in some frightful place unknown. Even the moonlight raises no hope against this stand of darkness within. I can never seem to escape the shackles. I must free myself. I must free my brain from it’s cranium. And then maybe I will finally be set free at last.
I am tired of the hollow emptiness.
It almost feels as if there is nobody else out here in this void of darkness. I call out, echoes of silence are my only answer in return. I turn mute. Only to match the peaceful, yet painful silence, that I am forever engulfed in.
I am tired of feeling trapped.
I wish I could free myself from this labyrinth, that I somehow found myself stumbling into. The birdcage in my chest that encloses a beautiful bluejay, feels punctured with every breath, being poked and prodded for amusement.
I am tired of breathing.
I breath, just for the oxygen to be sucked out of my lungs through the mouth of a lover, into the infinite space unknown. It is pointless, I shall take shallow breaths until my breathing diminishes altogether; this way it can never be stolen at the hands of a thief needy for more, again.
I am tired of seeing the good.
It becomes painfully hard to see the good, when I can only feel the bad. My eyes are the most diligent. They never fail at accomplishing to deceive me with enticements that are almost up for no refusal. I know better to believe the sweet lies that my eyes show me, telling me all is well. Almost nothing in this world is.
I am tired of fighting.
I am strong and indestructible, until I am not. I become so weak and fragile that with every step I take, my bones creak, revealing my hand of vulnerability. My armor has become too heavy, my arms to weak. Tears cascade down the calming silver onto the battle ground. Fighting has become pointless. It is not in my favor. But someone must win the battle. This war must end eventually.
I am tired of only being seen externally.
My body has nothing left to give. I have ripped every organ out with my bare hands, just to serve them on a silver platter to the greedy. I have given almost everything away, but no one has accepted my heart yet. Seek pity on me and just take what’s left of my heart and make it yours.
I am tired of this torturous day to day life.
A good day only seems to stare at me with wide eyes, extending it’s hand. I reach out in acceptance, thinking greatness is to be bestowed upon me, at last. I am deceived into receiving the small left over bread crumbs called inconvenience. I watch as the the latter is passed on to the next one in line awaiting the opportunity of delight.
I can’t do this much longer.
I am just really really tired.
~Jan
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