Non-Fiction Prose Seeking Friendly Advice
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so...
I might have a crush on my best friend.
I've known them for a fat chunk of years now.
A long time ago, we agreed that we didn't have feelings for each other, despite, getting close unexpectedly. Things...I guess, can change a bit after enough time has passed.
But I'm gonna have to dig a little into my feelings first before I do anything rash.
It could just me projecting onto someone because I feel lonely.
And, I want to get into a relationship because I like someone, not just cause I feel lonely, right?
...
I've known them for a fat chunk of years now.
A long time ago, we agreed that we didn't have feelings for each other, despite, getting close unexpectedly. Things...I guess, can change a bit after enough time has passed.
But I'm gonna have to dig a little into my feelings first before I do anything rash.
It could just me projecting onto someone because I feel lonely.
And, I want to get into a relationship because I like someone, not just cause I feel lonely, right?
...
#crush
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Abyss
No wonder I was the quiet kid...
I just got off the phone with a close friend,
and I was telling him of how dark my thoughts went
as a kid...
I sometimes wish I was exaggerating when I said this...
But when I was a child,
when I played games like Donkey Kong Country 2,
I would deeply imagine the abyss
that was unseen.
What unspeakable horrors were down there.
Skeleton bones and the most vile monsters imaginable.
When I was a kid,
I'd imagine or dream about my
family deserting me and letting me die
or them...
I just got off the phone with a close friend,
and I was telling him of how dark my thoughts went
as a kid...
I sometimes wish I was exaggerating when I said this...
But when I was a child,
when I played games like Donkey Kong Country 2,
I would deeply imagine the abyss
that was unseen.
What unspeakable horrors were down there.
Skeleton bones and the most vile monsters imaginable.
When I was a kid,
I'd imagine or dream about my
family deserting me and letting me die
or them...
#dark
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Sitting With The Shame
I've ignored you for a long time,
thinking I needed to fix you.
But that's what feeds the self hate cycle.
I'm getting off the train that leads back to home,
the place where it all began.
thinking I needed to fix you.
But that's what feeds the self hate cycle.
I'm getting off the train that leads back to home,
the place where it all began.
#apathy
#heartbroken
#loneliness #shame
#loneliness #shame
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No Right to be Angry
I sit here, empty, blank.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
your words are empty,
and so are you.
so are you
so are you
so are you...
They say I have no right to be angry.
In that case, I resign.
questions about what I'm doing to lose weight,
the next job I'll have,
the next boyfriend.
Just leave me alone
and shut the door please.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
your words are empty,
and so are you.
so are you
so are you
so are you...
They say I have no right to be angry.
In that case, I resign.
questions about what I'm doing to lose weight,
the next job I'll have,
the next boyfriend.
Just leave me alone
and shut the door please.
#rejection
#shame
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It Hurts
I realize that my body dysmorphia is just a distraction.
From all the things that still bother me.
The really important things that kill me deep down inside...
I still love him...
Can you really even learn to un-love someone?
I still wish upon a star that he was the one.
And I still have the deep down part of me that believes he was genuine when saying that if I became homeless, he'd give me a place to stay. Because he cared about his friends.
I know deep down somewhere that I'm not imagining this. Him also asking...
From all the things that still bother me.
The really important things that kill me deep down inside...
I still love him...
Can you really even learn to un-love someone?
I still wish upon a star that he was the one.
And I still have the deep down part of me that believes he was genuine when saying that if I became homeless, he'd give me a place to stay. Because he cared about his friends.
I know deep down somewhere that I'm not imagining this. Him also asking...
#FirstLove
#ForbiddenLove
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Hey again lovelies~
So uh…..it’s definitely been a minute….
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
But hi :)
This little goober is baaaack >3<
Turns out, I’ve been inspired by another Kpop song so I’m gonna start working on that.
To whoever had read my stuff before, hello again 🙃 And to anyone who hasn’t given two ducks about me till now, why hello 👋 I’ve written my own English interpretations of Kpop songs for a couple of years now (cause I can.)
Nevertheless, it always feels like a full circle moment whenever I come back here because each time I’m a different person,...
#nostalgia
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Nothing
I told another caseworker I had yesterday that if I'm honest with myself...my favorite part of my day is when I know...I can do...nothing!
Not talking.
Not writing.
Not exercising.
Not cooking nor eating.
Not attempting to learn a new skill...
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Sitting up in bed watching the world go by or sleeping. The only way my mind truly feels at rest.
But thankfully, I feel at rest right now even though my mind still wants to criticize.
It wants to tell me everything I'm not doing...
Not talking.
Not writing.
Not exercising.
Not cooking nor eating.
Not attempting to learn a new skill...
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Sitting up in bed watching the world go by or sleeping. The only way my mind truly feels at rest.
But thankfully, I feel at rest right now even though my mind still wants to criticize.
It wants to tell me everything I'm not doing...
#acceptance
#healing
#PersonalGrowth
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Dear Josh
Dear Josh,
Every time, I think I'm over you, I eventually get in touch with my feelings. And I realize how I really feel.
Those lingering feelings.
I thought I was done, but I never really am. I can numb my feelings. I can pretend they're not there.
But then, I remember your sweet, cute, nerdy face. You always remind of a cute, little Koopa from Mario. I remember us listening to some nerdy shit in your car, me making you listen to Donkey Kong, you making me listen to Street Fighter. Seeing you so silly in your pajama pants when I got in your car in...
Every time, I think I'm over you, I eventually get in touch with my feelings. And I realize how I really feel.
Those lingering feelings.
I thought I was done, but I never really am. I can numb my feelings. I can pretend they're not there.
But then, I remember your sweet, cute, nerdy face. You always remind of a cute, little Koopa from Mario. I remember us listening to some nerdy shit in your car, me making you listen to Donkey Kong, you making me listen to Street Fighter. Seeing you so silly in your pajama pants when I got in your car in...
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#romantic
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The Little Steps
I was talking to my caseworker today. He encouraged me to write my story Free. And I did do that. And I ended up crying and thought finally! I'm releasing some emotions pent up in my body from years of repression and hiding away from myself.
I'm so thankful for him. He's a way better source than all these articles or videos saying the generic be positive speel. Because when I try to be positive, it ends up backfiring. I end up getting more mad that I'm saying something I honestly don't believe and end up hurting myself.
So, instead, he told me to maybe make note of the...
I'm so thankful for him. He's a way better source than all these articles or videos saying the generic be positive speel. Because when I try to be positive, it ends up backfiring. I end up getting more mad that I'm saying something I honestly don't believe and end up hurting myself.
So, instead, he told me to maybe make note of the...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Giving Myself Grace
I have fallen off the face of the planet again. I do this quite often. Maybe I don't feel worthy of being seen or heard. I probably haven't healed from the past entirely. But I say fuck it and oh well.
As much as I wanted to be some kind of role model, I think at the end of the day, I just wanna be me. As messed up and imperfect as that is. It doesn't feel safe to be me, and I'll admit that. I'll admit that when I try and be positive about things, I definitely feel like a complete fraud. I know it's not how I truly feel. It's a fleeting emotion for me.
It doesn't feel...
As much as I wanted to be some kind of role model, I think at the end of the day, I just wanna be me. As messed up and imperfect as that is. It doesn't feel safe to be me, and I'll admit that. I'll admit that when I try and be positive about things, I definitely feel like a complete fraud. I know it's not how I truly feel. It's a fleeting emotion for me.
It doesn't feel...
#SelfReflection
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Tulips!
just tuned into radio 4,
they were talking about bi sexual flowers!
i couldn't resist thinking
"that dandelion looks rather nice over there,
but i also quite fancy that pansy!" 😏😅
by Jemia
they were talking about bi sexual flowers!
i couldn't resist thinking
"that dandelion looks rather nice over there,
but i also quite fancy that pansy!" 😏😅
by Jemia
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#nature #satirical
#nature #satirical
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Mom
Her voice caught when I called her “Mom”
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
just like I figured that it might
It had been some time since she'd heard that
term of endearment despite
I once fathered her grandchildren
long ago; once upon a time
Before her daughter burned bridges
and taught our kids that I am slime
#family
#parent
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