the way u feel right now is how it’s always gonna feel

[vermillioncorefan]

this is what they don’t want u to know
it’s not gonna “get better”
if ur reading this ur at least 20 years old
u fucking know how it feels to be “you”
if ur life sucks as it is and it’s not cuz of money or any specific reason it’s just mental health it’s over for u

 

[Deleted member 21182]

No ascension for mentally illcels

 

[Yuno_howitez]

;-;

 

[Deleted member 16275]

if ur reading this ur at least 20 years old

How do we tell him

 

[Deleted member 23558]

Try thyroid

 

[Maalik]

this is what they don’t want u to know
it’s not gonna “get better”
if ur reading this ur at least 20 years old
u fucking know how it feels to be “you”
if ur life sucks as it is and it’s not cuz of money or any specific reason it’s just mental health it’s over for u

I've been thinking about exactly this, the constant slow wave of despair etched into my spirit. I
call it a cope if you want.
but I think our shared despair and dead social power is also partially caused by being ugly.

You have a certain inner personality that you filter into a social personality, but the amount of it you can express without causing people to get annoyed, disgusted or creeped out is determined by your Looks. When ur very ugly, and all you receive is negative feedback no matter what you do, over the course of years this chips away at your social liveliness. You begin to feel deadened from the constant cringe, disgust and discomfort others express at you.
This is exactly how it happened with me. I went from being giga popular at school and respected from childhood to earlymid teens, but after that I could tell everyone was starting to dissociate from me but I could not understand why so i ignored it. over the next few years, the feedback from those people, suppressed my social personality over years without me even realising until I finally gained a moment of sentience and thought how the fuck did I end up like this when I was reading Naruto Fanfiction on the last day of sixth form while former friends and girls (including a girl who liked me when we were 13) Partied away and took pics together no one called me over ofc.

It feels hopeless for us now since the very nature of this problem is one that takes years to exhaust your mental vigour and courage so all you can remember is the rot. But look farther enough and you'll find a time you were happier, before abused dog syndrome smashed your confidence with a hammer. The pieces of that I can remember, are what I intend to put back together while I looksmax and nothing should prevent you from seizing your life again, because early twenties is your last chance. Our last chance.

Remember, the keys to the treasures of the worldly life sit only in the hands of the courageous