kiramori: (Albie_3)

Not really in a good place mentally, sometimes feeling I'm just one more bad day away from doing something that I'll surely regret.

I've been in a show, a super cool one. I've met some new indie bands and got to see some of my favourites. It was cool. However I think it highlighted how much of a social outcast I am. Ever since that, I've been struggling with socialization (I always did), and it's trully pushing me down into a hole thinking about that.

I'm tired, now very sick too, and overwhelmed as hell. I'm trying my best but I'm just so tired, so, so tired.

I'm sorry there's nothing smart, quirky or fun to say. I wish I could keep my online persona going for a bit longer.

To try and not be so negative, I can say that I've really enjoyed the time I got to spend with other people. The smallest conversations are bringing me genuine joy, even if they make me feel awful sometimes. There's much about me I'd wish to change right now, but if I can't do that, then I guess I'll have to just suck it up sometime soon.

Not now, though. For now, opening my eyes hurt. My throat is sore, my nose is runny and I feel weak.

Perhaps that is a problem for another time, another me.

Then I'll just leave it at that and, say my goodbyes to the me that's this sad piece of nothing.

When you next hear of me, I hope I'll already be someone different.

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Sometimes I have to stop and ask myself how much I hate you.

The answer is usually "I don't even hate you", but I try hard to make it so that any part of me whatsoever feels even a little bit disgusted by you. I can't.

I've spent countless days trying to hate you, because that's what's supposed to happen. I should hate you, I know it in my bones there MUST be something inside me that wants to hate you, but I can't find it. Hating you would be easy, would be righteous, would be justice served cold. Yet, no part of me can bring about the feeling.

As lonely as I felt when you left, I don't regret it. I don't want to change it. I would never.

I feel dull. I feel boring. I can hate myself far easier than i can hate you. I can bite my flesh and I can drink my blood, I can sink in the depths of my heart trying to find comtempt and get lost in things that don't even matter anymore.

I miss dreaming, I miss working hard, I miss improving. I miss security, I miss potential, I miss achieving. I miss everything more than I miss you.

I know i'm losing faith, but I can't. As much as I'd wish to;

I could never bite the apple and I could never drink the poison. I could never care about how you made me feel.

This was never about you, i'm grieving for what i'm doing to myself.

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I'm feeling so strange, I never felt anything like this.

I'm chronically emotionally overwhelmed, everyday I feel a constant torrent of strange feelings and emotions that sometimes just straight up paralyze me. Whenever I lay to sleep, songs play out in my head and my body shakes with strange sensations. Not even in my dreams I'm safe from the assault my brain has been keeping up.

In my head there's the wish this would stop, but my soul knows something is up.

To say i've been a mess since Gura graduated is an understatement, her streams bring me so much confort and now I feel a sudden emptyness that's messing me up. Vocaloid songs hit me like a truck of nostalgia, i suddenly got hooked again on City Pop, it reminded me of such sweet times and i almost cry remembering times i went to the beach with my father as a child and we were all alone playing in the sand.

No longer i feel frustrated, i'm being kinder to others and to myself, it's like the flood gates of emotion opened in my heart and now it's pouring nonstop. Sometime ago i realized i'd be on the highest point of my life if i had a stable job, and that scares me so, so much.

I had to post this, because i'm putting up with so much just to function normally.

This nostalgia, the empty feeling, the fear but also the longing and constant sweet and sour, i'm feeling so much conflicting emotions. I feel such a exquisite sadness that it revived so many things i tought i had lost about myself.

It's giving me life again, in a way i feel glad.

kiramori: (Albie_2)
I'm gonna make a diss track for the dolphins, they suck, too much free will. Someone has to put them in their places.

[...]

I'm frustrated, in every sense of the word, in every waking moment of my life. I feel a burning rage inside of me, i just can't put up with a nice face anymore.

I'm always regarded as the "Level-Headed" and the one who upholds their moral high ground until the end, but i just can't no more.

I'm thinking "I guess it's okay" until it's not okay no more, it's the clenching jaws around my neck that pin me to the bottom of the ocean, the earth-shaterring blows to my anima, the thousand hands hanging from my tail end, bloody nails forever gripping the sharp stones I come across.

PLEASE!!! Fall down from the skies. PLEASE!!! stir me up until i just can't see the same old tired face in the mirror anymore. I'm ACHING, BOILING OVER.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRHHHGHHHHHHHHHMMNNNNNNNMM

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These dimwits aren't even fish, but i must say i heavily forward the cetaceans, aside from those shlub morons.

Every bro is a cetacean, but not every cetacean is a bro, or something like that.

(As vezes eu sinto falta de como eu era no passado, pode ser que eu simplesmente era mais feliz, talvez as coisas que eram muito diferentes. De qualquer modo, eu me acostumei mal.)
kiramori: (Albie_3)
I've been thinking about the things that make me happy, there's this feeling in the back of my mind that i'm not doing enough to achieve true hapiness and i'm idling about and wasting away as my days draw shorter.

Such a cruel feeling, to be slandered by the soul for living in relaxation, why does it feel so wrong to bask in the warm light? Is comfort the antithesis to success or is it a lie we tell ourselves to keep moving on?

I find it hard to motivate myself to live by the day, i blame all sorts of aspects of the inner, trying desperately to find my Achilles Heel, the one thing i can expurge and be freed from this curse, but there is none.

For long i thought the answer lies in my upbringing, how i shoud've been raised more disciplined, but does it really matter?

Shaping oneself is not a one man's duty, it is a process curated by the peers and acquaintances and ultimately designed by the one you are and the one you think you are, it is in the human nature to try and fit this process in a rational environment, but it is in it's essence chaotic and unpredictable.

Not to say humans are blind strokes in a canvas, but in a way, your current self is the most improbable form of art.

I think there's some beauty in that.

In the end, i forgive myself for not living up to my own expectations, maybe hapiness isn't the goal, but the means to an end.

I'll be trying to lift my head up high, but so far it hasn't been easy. Still, i just can't stop searching for a brighter place to lay myself in and sleep soundly without a worry in the world.

Maybe someday i'll manage, for now, i'll keep searching.

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