immolation
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- Oct 31, 2025
- 12
tagged this as a story because crazy long rant im so sorry LMFAOO. essentially I tried to squeeze months of human interaction out of one night.
i had a family function today, cousins birthday party, his friends were there + he let me invite 2 of mine.
i move a LOT (parents switching jobs, too young to move out). ive lived in idk how many houses, 7 different places, and gone to 12 different schools. im only living in the same city as my cousin for a few more weeks even though i moved here 2 weeks ago, im about to move states again. Im scared. Im depressed. I hate moving.
I can make friends fine, but cant hold a friendship for more than a few months, and even if I stayed somewhere long enough id have no idea how because moving has impacted my social skills so much. im also scared of commitment because of it. i almost never leave my room anymore. it had been 2 months since I saw anyone other than my parents, not including phone calls. ive been looking forward to this party for a week because im so excited about potentially getting human contact.
so basically ive already felt like shit lately.
I show up to this birthday party w my friends, and immediately im SO touchy with them. im making exaggerated flirty jokes with them just for an excuse to touch their arms and shit. all of us + my cousins group leave to the park. my friend brought a cart so my trio is getting progressively more stoned as the night goes on. every time he offers me a hit i take it while he's holding the cart instead of holding it myself just to be close to him.
we were all genuinely at this playground playing groundies at our big age and it was really fun. i was fine with getting tagged because it meant an excuse for someone to touch me. i would always stay holding on to whoever i tagged just a bit too long because the contact felt so nice. one of my cousins friends kept coming up close behind me and pushing me into the tagger and i wasnt even upset because it meant he was touching me. at one point said friend was the tagger, went to grab a pole really hard and genuinely PUNCHED me in the chest because he didnt know I was there. it hurt so bad but the euphoria of it drowned the pain out completely.
so eventually we go back home, we're in the basement, im high asf. i spend the rest of the night finding ways to lay on/really close to my friends until they have to leave. me and my hg kissed 3 times. party ends, i get home and go straight to my room, still high.
im immediately hit with CRUSHING loneliness. i realized how bad i missed this. I realized how rarely I get it. I realized it's probably gonna be months until i get it again. It's been a few hours as of me writing this. Im realizing how little contact or attachment I have with the world. and im considering ctb right now just so I never have to experience this emptiness ever again.
i had a family function today, cousins birthday party, his friends were there + he let me invite 2 of mine.
i move a LOT (parents switching jobs, too young to move out). ive lived in idk how many houses, 7 different places, and gone to 12 different schools. im only living in the same city as my cousin for a few more weeks even though i moved here 2 weeks ago, im about to move states again. Im scared. Im depressed. I hate moving.
I can make friends fine, but cant hold a friendship for more than a few months, and even if I stayed somewhere long enough id have no idea how because moving has impacted my social skills so much. im also scared of commitment because of it. i almost never leave my room anymore. it had been 2 months since I saw anyone other than my parents, not including phone calls. ive been looking forward to this party for a week because im so excited about potentially getting human contact.
so basically ive already felt like shit lately.
I show up to this birthday party w my friends, and immediately im SO touchy with them. im making exaggerated flirty jokes with them just for an excuse to touch their arms and shit. all of us + my cousins group leave to the park. my friend brought a cart so my trio is getting progressively more stoned as the night goes on. every time he offers me a hit i take it while he's holding the cart instead of holding it myself just to be close to him.
we were all genuinely at this playground playing groundies at our big age and it was really fun. i was fine with getting tagged because it meant an excuse for someone to touch me. i would always stay holding on to whoever i tagged just a bit too long because the contact felt so nice. one of my cousins friends kept coming up close behind me and pushing me into the tagger and i wasnt even upset because it meant he was touching me. at one point said friend was the tagger, went to grab a pole really hard and genuinely PUNCHED me in the chest because he didnt know I was there. it hurt so bad but the euphoria of it drowned the pain out completely.
so eventually we go back home, we're in the basement, im high asf. i spend the rest of the night finding ways to lay on/really close to my friends until they have to leave. me and my hg kissed 3 times. party ends, i get home and go straight to my room, still high.
im immediately hit with CRUSHING loneliness. i realized how bad i missed this. I realized how rarely I get it. I realized it's probably gonna be months until i get it again. It's been a few hours as of me writing this. Im realizing how little contact or attachment I have with the world. and im considering ctb right now just so I never have to experience this emptiness ever again.