Sylveon
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- Oct 10, 2023
- 461
An ugly face.
Deadpan voice.
Can't read without stuttering.
Can't be alone with my own thoughts due to tinnitus.
My mum tells me that I don't even walk properly.
Can't pull off simple tasks.
Can't approach unfamiliar people.
Have trouble understanding strangers.
Can't have a normal human interaction with anyone.
Always mess up even the most basic of interactions, like greetings.
Can't even fit in online spaces.
Didn't even manage to preserve existing online friendships.
Feel like an alien, even in my own family.
Spend almost all of my time inside my head talking to myself due to loneliness.
People either look at me in anger or pity.
I run away at the first sight of a conflict.
I feel like crying as soon as someone is even slightly mean to me.
Afraid of all and any responsibilities.
I don't even have the courage to cut for attention.
I can't understand genuine empathy.
People call me a dimwit and other names when they eventually get fed up with me.
Still leeching off my family.
Don't have any close friends.
No one ever bothers to text me first.
People I thought were close have their own friend groups they hang out in while my existence gets ignored.
They secretly don't want me around them.
No specific interests.
No hobbies.
No clue regarding what to do in life.
All paths lead to joblessness, sooner or later.
There is no one to help me through life but the internet.
Academically average.
Went from being physically healthy to comically weak in the span of the last five years.
Don't have the courage to get behind the wheel.
Can never be my desired gender.
People invalidate my sexual orientation.
Anxious about everything, all of the time, even when I was a child.
Allergies always mess up things when I have something I somewhat look forward to.
I can't give anyone a reason to smile; I only make them sad, anxious, or depressed.
I can't even make my little sister happy.
I didn't manage to kill myself, despite having the chance to.
I can't cut deep because I'm too anxious to even buy blades.
I get attached to people who don't even know I exist.
I don't have the drive to do anything.
I'm expected to be everything I'm not.
My parents probably wish they had had a different kid.
They keep asking me again and again, that why can't I just be like my younger self?
Nothing helps; I just wanna gouge my eyes out so that I never have to deal with the world again.
Deadpan voice.
Can't read without stuttering.
Can't be alone with my own thoughts due to tinnitus.
My mum tells me that I don't even walk properly.
Can't pull off simple tasks.
Can't approach unfamiliar people.
Have trouble understanding strangers.
Can't have a normal human interaction with anyone.
Always mess up even the most basic of interactions, like greetings.
Can't even fit in online spaces.
Didn't even manage to preserve existing online friendships.
Feel like an alien, even in my own family.
Spend almost all of my time inside my head talking to myself due to loneliness.
People either look at me in anger or pity.
I run away at the first sight of a conflict.
I feel like crying as soon as someone is even slightly mean to me.
Afraid of all and any responsibilities.
I don't even have the courage to cut for attention.
I can't understand genuine empathy.
People call me a dimwit and other names when they eventually get fed up with me.
Still leeching off my family.
Don't have any close friends.
No one ever bothers to text me first.
People I thought were close have their own friend groups they hang out in while my existence gets ignored.
They secretly don't want me around them.
No specific interests.
No hobbies.
No clue regarding what to do in life.
All paths lead to joblessness, sooner or later.
There is no one to help me through life but the internet.
Academically average.
Went from being physically healthy to comically weak in the span of the last five years.
Don't have the courage to get behind the wheel.
Can never be my desired gender.
People invalidate my sexual orientation.
Anxious about everything, all of the time, even when I was a child.
Allergies always mess up things when I have something I somewhat look forward to.
I can't give anyone a reason to smile; I only make them sad, anxious, or depressed.
I can't even make my little sister happy.
I didn't manage to kill myself, despite having the chance to.
I can't cut deep because I'm too anxious to even buy blades.
I get attached to people who don't even know I exist.
I don't have the drive to do anything.
I'm expected to be everything I'm not.
My parents probably wish they had had a different kid.
They keep asking me again and again, that why can't I just be like my younger self?
Nothing helps; I just wanna gouge my eyes out so that I never have to deal with the world again.