#uzarts figurative realm
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by a cushy life
but
maybe that's good
maybe it means that i could help wade people onto the beach, even if i myself am in the shallows
my shit hasn't gotten worse
but i've seen and heard of it getting worse
Nope
Still feel shit
Now I feel like a hypocrite
I think I have some hero/savior complex
Because I'm a nobody and I want to be a somebody who's recognized
It's this infatuation or fetishization of being the savior of the day
And I don't think it's healthy or morally right
I do this with no exterior purpose than my own
There's no moral conviction, no sense of justice or spiritual inclination
Just ego
And that's
Not how I want to live
FUCK
Selfish
Selfish
Selfish fucking pig
I miss my fucking hb
I feel so out of place
Wherever I am
Cus that's my fucking twin bro
I genuinely want to blow my shit smooth off
We're going back again aren't we
It's all going to shit again
I hate myself again
After all
That
Fucking
Time
I hate 8t
I hate school
I hate the people
I hate most of the teachers
All I want is to be with that skater crew because I feel appreciated
I only stay if I feel appreciated
And cherished
And I have my ass licked
Because I crave the attention of people like a dog drawn to carrion
But I feel like a sore thumb with my hands jammed in my pockets
I hate myself
And my relationship with God is eroding
So
Fucking
Fast
I don't deserve marriage or happiness
I must put blade to flesh for my transgressions
My penalty will be blood
For the sin of the flesh
A new list of tallies plastered in my shin
Penance will return, you piece of shit
Five tallies for every fail
I wanna go back because maybe I'll feel something
I'll get that love that I wanted
Speaking like it was a fucking relationship..
"Just to keep you happy"
10 tallies
It was hard to clean up
I've opened up new fronts on my arms and shoulders
I'm making myself uglier
But that's my punishment
5 tallies per fail
I really do hate myself
I'm back to being angry
And frustrated
And stressed
I'm not in Malaysia
I'm not among the mountains and rivers
Or the beaches
Speaking of Malaysia
I need to focus
For everything
I've been procrastinating, watching the boys
I'm on season 4
It's alright
It's weird
I have my group
The skaters
J
Still feel like shit
I feel lonely and jealous
Jealous of those who get to hold hands in the halls
And embrace.
I want that
I think I'll love myself more if I am loved by someone
But to love others I must love myself
My relationship with god has deteriorated
I start to question religion inwardly
but I feel as if I'm letting go of that relationship and will pay for it
I still adhere to and except some of the stuff
no pork
no alc
I feel like shit
Lonely shit
I've spun full circle and I'm back where I was
Sure I'm out more but I smoke
There's new cuts
It's taken it's grip on my life once more
And it's only a matter of time before I start to isolate
I want to talk to someone and have a deeper connection
I want to love
I want to spill everything out and not be judged or overly stressed over
That's why I'm dying to go back to that fucking therapy office on Tuesday
To spill everything
10 tallies are owed
More stinging
More pain
For the punishment of my sin
I'm sorry for my jealousy
My ugly jealousy
God fucking dammit
I'm dying alone
That follow button
That fucking follow button
Tempts me
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Fuck me
Fuck that brain or mine
It was a dream
A fucking dream
And I was still played in a fucking dream
It was her
I'm dying alone
Eid sucks
My father went to his family and I'm going with my mother to hers
It sucks
I had such a weird fucking dream that even had a sequal
It's like jurassic Park meets godzilla
To die while mounted us a death I'd serve 1000 times over
Though a fantasy to have the wind whip past me as I scream glory upon a horse with a pike or blade raised would make me a happy man
The adrenaline
The fanatic urge
To die screaming as I rip into flesh
As I ride into the field of battle not knowing whether or not it would be my last hour
If so it would be the best
I'd spur on my comrades as we ride
Not knowing whether or not the lines of enemies before us or the men to my flanks are harbingers of death
Glory
Cavalry
Honour
I'm dying alone
In going to sit in an apartment on a stained mattress with a cigarette dangling out of my mouth
And something in my system
And I'm going to die
"Hey, I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole when I said the communication wasn't working. In that moment I was impulsive and was running on some VERY bad advice because the truth is I do like talking to you and would like to talk to you again. I haven't been in the best of spaces recently and exams have been swamping me so I do apologize and I would like to speak to you again because quite frankly I like you. I think you're not just pretty but beautiful and I always remembered you as a kind hearted person."
Or maybe im only feeling this way because you're one of the only girls in recent months who have shown me some level of attention so I took that as attraction
So I got up in my feelings when you didn't text me for completely valid reasons because I got insecure
I'm desperate to find a love that I stubbornly cannot give myself
I loathe myself deeply to the point where I can't look at muself without having something to criticize
Anyways