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Ta555
Enlightened
- Aug 31, 2021
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The first is failure resulting in severe brain damage. I think that's pretty straightforward and self-explanatory.
The second I just recently realised and that's being forgotten.
Idk why. I just always feel like I can never get enough love. Like whatever love I do have is about to slip out of my grasp unless I work hard to keep it. And even though I have a partner who loves me a lot, a part of my brain always feels it's not enough and I'm always looking for more. I don't mean in a romantic sense or that I go and cheat, I mean just like getting positive attention from anyone for anything.
I make a lot of content for a fandom online despite being a grown ass adult, but that's what I enjoy. I draw a lot and write a lot. And I've gotten a lot of positive feedback on it all over the last few years and made some really good online friends through it but it feels it's never enough. Like no matter how good I do, I always feel like some better artist or writer will come along and I will lose everything. I know that sounds really dramatic and stupid and probably childish but that's how it is. I'm starting to unravel my stupid childhood. I don't think I've ever felt unconditional love while growing up. Now my parents are so fucking worried about me, not necessarily because of my suicidal ideation but because of the mysterious health issues plaguing me that make me want to Ctb but I feel like it's too late. No matter how nice they are now, I can't connect with them. And I'm still chasing that love/attention.
And I'm afraid if I Ctb I'll have no new content, no new writing that people love so much, to put out and I'll be forgotten very quickly and people will move on. And I know this sounds ridiculous because I'll be dead and won't care but somehow the thought of this, especially leaving some ongoing stories (I publish chapter by chapter) unfinished people will just get pissed off that I couldn't even leave them satisfied and I'll be hated posthumously or something.
I don't really know where I'm going with this. Just wanted to get it out because I don't feel like telling my counsellor.
Death itself doesn't scare me. But, unlike The Strokes, I don't want to be forgotten.
I don't know how much more I can take of these neurological health issues plaguing me. I want to go just like my friend Void. I wish I could've gone with him.
The second I just recently realised and that's being forgotten.
Idk why. I just always feel like I can never get enough love. Like whatever love I do have is about to slip out of my grasp unless I work hard to keep it. And even though I have a partner who loves me a lot, a part of my brain always feels it's not enough and I'm always looking for more. I don't mean in a romantic sense or that I go and cheat, I mean just like getting positive attention from anyone for anything.
I make a lot of content for a fandom online despite being a grown ass adult, but that's what I enjoy. I draw a lot and write a lot. And I've gotten a lot of positive feedback on it all over the last few years and made some really good online friends through it but it feels it's never enough. Like no matter how good I do, I always feel like some better artist or writer will come along and I will lose everything. I know that sounds really dramatic and stupid and probably childish but that's how it is. I'm starting to unravel my stupid childhood. I don't think I've ever felt unconditional love while growing up. Now my parents are so fucking worried about me, not necessarily because of my suicidal ideation but because of the mysterious health issues plaguing me that make me want to Ctb but I feel like it's too late. No matter how nice they are now, I can't connect with them. And I'm still chasing that love/attention.
And I'm afraid if I Ctb I'll have no new content, no new writing that people love so much, to put out and I'll be forgotten very quickly and people will move on. And I know this sounds ridiculous because I'll be dead and won't care but somehow the thought of this, especially leaving some ongoing stories (I publish chapter by chapter) unfinished people will just get pissed off that I couldn't even leave them satisfied and I'll be hated posthumously or something.
I don't really know where I'm going with this. Just wanted to get it out because I don't feel like telling my counsellor.
Death itself doesn't scare me. But, unlike The Strokes, I don't want to be forgotten.
I don't know how much more I can take of these neurological health issues plaguing me. I want to go just like my friend Void. I wish I could've gone with him.