THE COUSINS & THE SCARECROW

I'll update this later possibly but I'm just kind of in a whatever mood right now.. worried about my friends and still craving validation as per uzhe. Trying to become a better person, and struggling some. I still fear being chronically online and not being able to break out of it. Stood in my backyard some today out in the sun. It was nice but then the bees kept coming near me and it made me anxious LOLL..

Is it weird to be obsessed with someone and/or their work in a healthy way? Healthy as in I'm not a freak and/or parasocial about it. I do wanna be this persons friend, so maybe a little parasocial? But I just genuinely enjoy interacting with them in those snippet moments. I don't want to do and/or gain anything weird from 'em. They're just fun and make cool art. belgh.h.. I just WORRY I'll seem creepy somehow for some reason. auggh.. I wish I had money to commission more artists but to be real I should just focus on my own stuff (hard 2 do when you want other's approval and/or some sense of appreciation and you don't get much !! free me from this mental prison... /silly)

My head hurts currently which is . oh well ! You know. Sort of a "I'll-deal-with-this-later" situation. And by that I mean I'm too preoccupied typing this to get up and get medication until after I've posted.. even then I'm still kinda nervous because I've been feeling nauseous lately 'n not eating as well. bleghh

I get frustrated with how lacking my vocabulary is. I used to be such an avid reader in school! Now I've become dedicated to degenerate fanfiction.. God, I just want some well-written stuff. I think I have a few too many addictions when it comes to the internet sphere.

in other news I am very very very fond of a Roblox game called Dream Game! I have been on and off since October 2023, actually.. but to be truthful the sudden boom it got brought me back.. don't tell anyone though! I'm not fake, I swear. /silly

Saw some comment on this youtube video that gives me mixed feelings (expected, since it's about system stuff) and it was like.. mocking and stereotyping people with dissociative disorders.. man. Cringe culture doesn't make you a fucking doctor or educator! And even those people aren't always trust-worthy, we've seen this based on systemic issues time and time again. Oh, but because they have a friday night funkin' profile picture or whatever, you've suddenly got a masters degree in sussing people out? Right.... If I sound hurt, it's because I am. It's so disappointing to see these people act like this, DOUBLE since a lot of 'em ain't even researched shit. No one owes you their medical records. No one owes you a diagnosis. I'm diagnosed, however I don't owe it to anyone to prove that + who the hell would post medical records on the internet if they're in a safe/well state of mind LMAO?? Bro... No winning with some folk, I tell ya.

Also on that note. No idea who I am right now. Kind of sucks. I might be V, I might be some entire other thing.. all I know is this fucking headache is killin' me, and I'm on the fence about going to see people tonight.

I had a good day yesterday, the 13th ended on a better note for me. Therapy went well! Then I went back to the place where I was waiting on someone and a coworker of someone I know just started going OFF the walls with her daughter on the speaker-phone.. They got to the point where they were yelling at each other so bad I thought the rest of the place might hear even though we were in a different part of the building. The walls may not be paper thin but they're not brick solid, either. After that awkward ass conversation that I was unfortunately privvy to (and to be real? I agreed with the daughter, the mother was deflecting super hard + changing the conversation constantly?? ew) she asked to rant to me? And then I was like well.. sure! I guess... And then she did and was crying about something and internally I was like 'that isn't the reason why your daughter is mad, she literally told you.. you are a bad listener!' (maybe I'm mean idk.. I do need to be nicer but also this lady voted for Trump so IDRGAF and she made an Israel joke at me cause she knows I'm pro-palestine ((asshole))). Anyway . . . after she finished that I just sorta dipped and left. I gave her some minimal response just because I didn't wanna be a monster but then I went to a witch store after. Had a fantastic time and got roped into someone's birthday. It was really lovely. I had a good time there. My mom wasn't horrible to me that night, either, so I would call it a good day.

Then that stupid Roblox hunt event started.. and now I'm jasstttt... SOO tired today. Wasn't worth staying up all night for but most people would for 1 million dollars. I just feel angry and stupid. And then I have like maybe two friends who actively talk to me and neither are currently replying.!!! I am trying to be a better person. I don't like being me/whoever I am right now. I don't like being passive-aggressive at any given point, I don't like fearing I'm manipulative, but man, would it KILL people to reply to me? Would it actually end someones life to just talk to me? It's so hard to even talk to strangers at times because everyone has become clique-y. And though this is much more prevalent in the online world, it is also becoming more and more persistent in the "real" world too. I'm so fed up. I just want connection. That's another tangent, though. Back on topic.. I just feel.. really fuckin' inferior tbh!! I figured I may not be able to do stuff but it's just really disheartening. I just wanted to participate. And yeah, of course, I want some money. I want to be able to get away from my mom. I want to have a secured future. I want things to just be okay. I don't like not remembering things. I don't like forgetting what day it is, what week it is.. so on. It makes me feel beyond dumb that I am now struggling in basic math due to . . well ! not taking any math classes yet + it has been a Long Long time (a few years max) since I've had to utilize advanced math. And ironically? I think that makes me like math. I miss it. I miss school. I wish I had never become chronically online. Not like my mom would care to have that conversation with me anyway, though.

urgghh a lot of that is off-topic and scratching the iceberg that is my illness(es).. or whatever. I dunno.. blrgh. I want to create things. I want a fanbase. I want to be safe. I want notoriety.. I crave validation. Such a frustrating round and round in my head of "I want" and "I need" and yet none of it feels quite right.

I just don't want to feel dumb. I don't want to be dumb. I'm not. But I'm losing some of my capabilities, I think. And this.. dumb video game event, as hilarious as it is to say, is making me feel like that. I cannot (and to be fair, I have yet to bother, I'm unsure if I even WILL) find out where those dumb tokens are.. and Also I just suck at PvP. My PC lags, sure, but I'm not the best either. And to be honest?? I just Don't Fucking Want to. This game line-up sucks!! I have mixed feelings on Pressure for personal reasons, Regretevator is fun, I don't mind it, It girl was whatever.. At least it didn't blast my eyes out like DTI's lighting did, etc. etc... Two tower defense games? Friggin pet simulator? DAWG. THIS IS TRASH!!!! Also I refuse to play Arsenal because I just can't rock with it LOLLL

I think the "lacking intelligence" anxiety and anger concept comes into play more with the things I DO genuinely love. I do like Roblox a lot on its own (I've been playing since the early 2010's for christ's sake!) but there are interests that require .. Some degree of skill that I just feel like I don't have and don't know how to get. Like Dream Game. I've been on and off obsesseOh Hey I forgot I said that before Anyway. It has so much life and depth to it!! It's so fucking cool!! And yet I don't understand the lore / have surface level knowledge about certain things + The way to achieve badges and develop further in the game requires a lot of oddly specific stuff that . To be honest? If it weren't for the help of the wiki, I would've NEVER (or very unlikely been to) figure out otherwise. YNFG (yume nikki fan-games) how do I understand youuuu :''-)

Also some days are good in the discord server.. and then other days It's like I never can get a word in or any acknowledgement and im like AHHHH explodes.explodes

I don't want to be lonely

You know I had a dream about my ex last night.. Kind of scary!! ! They're not the kind of person I want in my head ever.. I have a few exes and my most recent ones do upset me greatly but them? Yeesh... Even on this tiny blog I still maintain paranoia of them finding me and trying to do awful things to me and manipulate my words and people against me.

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Yesterday night went better, it was a really gorgeous night + got silly over the cookie run update, and some other positive things. Felt very aware, very alive... so weirdly normal. I tweaked out over a person not replying fast yesterday and I'm annoyed at myself because damn bro!! Be a little more patient jfc.. The internet has changed me for the worse in a good few ways and lack of patience is one of them. They came back from dinner and we chatted and I felt less alone. I hope to be a better friend.

Today was... Fine?? Not ending on a great note, though, it seems. I don't know if that's because of this medication that I took again that's supposed to help me with weight loss or what. I feel strange. There are some days where I don't seem to dissociate at all and then there are other days where it's just hitting me like the weight of the world. I know that sort of phenomenon isn't uncommon, life is made of ups and downs, but.. God, I just feel suffocated by them, lately. I'm tired of myself. Tired of being me. I don't want to be "who"ever I am. I feel like I am a bad friend, I want to do better for those I care about and even for strangers. And yet at the same time, it feels like I'm regularly disappointed. I always feel unbalanced or unequal, like people don't want to reciprocate anything anymore. Maybe I'm just dramatic. Though I know I'm not crazy or a moron. My mom is being relatively fine so that's good. It's always better when she's not at odds with me.

I'm at a point where I'm very frustrated with my art and myself. I never feel like I'm good enough. I know comparison is the thief of joy, yada yada.. But it is so hard to ignore. In the things I love, the servers, the circles, it makes me so mad that my art just. Fucking sucks. It just sucks. I mean it doesn't suck?? I dunno dawg I'm trying to be nicer to myself and challenge my thoughts and not have a negative mindset 24/7 because I HATE that but there are days where that just feels impossible. I do not wish to seek misery. I do not wish to be miserable. I don't enjoy being miserable. I want to be better at art. I want to be an amazing, unbelievable, fantastic artist. I confess I want notoriety. I want people to remember me. I want to help others and have such a monumental impact that I'm not forgotten. There are a lot of lofty things I wish to achieve, and yet.. I just feel so lack-luster all around. I see people doing things and then I just feel.. stuck. Left behind. Like a stepping stone of a person. I fear that one day all those I love currently will leave me sooner or later.

I'm tired of myself. I wish I knew who I was. Round and around and around and around. Venting, consuming, annoying, lacking.. I don't want to be negative. I want to be positive. I try to be positive and then it just. Gets fucking spit on or squandered. People are so dry and mean. It's so hard to get a word in. God, why are people so selfish? And the worst part is; I'm not really that much better at times. Is this a punishment?? lol

would it KILL people to be more alive? To be less dry? You're the one who told people to join and then showed me around! I was having a nice time and then just.. God. Shit like this just kills my mood.

I hope one day I detach from others to a point where I don't constantly need reassurance and validation and instead can find it internally. I have to be my own structure. my own support. ragh... meow

tbh I just want to . Be me. I want to convey all my creativity and let it out.. I think it'd be so amazing if I could finally draw and write / make all the things trapped in my head. I feel like a moron. Saw someone who sewed something super cool today and I got jealous LOLL god... Hate that reaction. Wish it would go away!! I don't like feeling like a piece of shit.

ngl I've contemplated making up a fake boyfriend to gain some stability from it however I'm unsure of where that leans in regards to healthy vs maladaptive and I feel too embarrassed to ask my therapist (I'm probably going to talk about it later anyway) ((Kind of cringe but I fear I may split if I go under duress or worse again so.. guh..))

Might just do it anyway atp

Listening to the serial experiments lain track that triggers the hell out of me because my brain is evil (Awkward Replicant / track 24? I believe)

heyy um . God Idek where tos tart. Honestly I go back and forth on if I'm the problem or not. If I am good enough, helpful enough, active enough, etc.. I wish to be a better force for the things I believe in but to be real I'm. Kind of a lazy activist. I donate when I can and share stuff but honestly I don't feel like that is making as much of a difference. Need to put myself out there more and speak more.. And yet all I feel half the time is tired. I do feel slightly?? Renewed in some sense?? I want to learn. To teach myself. To discipline myself. And a very important desire: To get the hell away from my mom and out of her house and become independent! Hopefully if college accepts me this will become reality.. I'm just nervous about not doing well. I can't sleep in a bunch or have depressive episodes in college. Urgk.

Deleted both my twitter accounts. Felt kinda embarrassed about the way I left (in a fit of anger over how people treated each other, especially with the recent Roblox drama + sending people death threats). Saw one of my moots (or ex-moot, now? Idk.. I deleted so idk if that removes that status) make a post that sorta triggered my anger? Was talking about how people should've said something before n I was like guhhhh... I didn't even know much of the Forsaken drama until today and seeing it all blow up. John Doe day ftw /s. I have mixed feelings. But I wish people weren't so disgusting to one another.. just a baseline wish. Why is empathy rare in some people? I don't quite get it. People just say they block words and follow the art and for me it's like if it gets suggested to me once and I like it the more I see it the more I consume it, unable to break out of that sort of endless trance. It almost feels like I'm hypnotized into paralysis. But people say "just get off the PC lol", "just log off little bro" and that's supposed to magically snap the years of unrestricted internet access and maladaptive habits out of place. Alrighty, then...

I am however at least trying to improve. I do want to be a better person. I want to love myself, and be kind to myself. Kind of a silly, possibly egotistical?(/concerning) thought but today I saw a book on handfasting at a metaphysical store and bought it.. Lowkey want to do a small little ceremony to myself in the privacy of my room just because. If other people don't want to commit, to be loyal, to be kind to me through the good, bad, ugly, horrendous and perfect, then I think I should be able to be there for me. There's an old video from this one doll customization youtuber that I still rewatch for comfort (Hextian) and it's the CreepyGals video. I love it a lot. Love the message a lot, too. The aesthetic also is fully something I love. For years I've built up this thing in my mind called "Valentine's Macabre" where it's basically Valentine's day oriented but a little more creepy-cute aligned and/or kitschy/campy depending on my mood. That video absolutely embodied that aesthetic which I hold so dearly. I do like creepygals a lot but I don't really keep up with them much nowadays.

Honestly.. It's a risk to talk about it in any capacity even if no one finds this, but I do also find comfort in that video since it was something I watched back in my CoV (Cult of Vin) days. Hate that group, but I do sometimes miss the time and era of it, in a weird sense. Reckless battery burns by Ghost & Pals is a song I also listened to from that time and it managed to remain untarnished by the negativity so I still find a lot of joy and comfort in that song.

Seeing the way people engaged with each other on Twitter (and knowing about it in general) makes me rethink on if I truly want to be famous or not. I do.. I think. I want notoriety, I want a community, and I want to share my works and writing and see other people engage in it, but.. I also don't want to be cancelled or have any past mistakes make me get raked over the coals. I don't want people who I knew in the past and who actively wanted to harm me coming back and trying to do it with nonsense stuff again. Perhaps I'm being too selfish, though. Maybe I should look internally and ignore all those urges and simply be me.. Maybe if I exist without constant yelling and pulling on whatever today's desire is, I will find the answers to what I really want. I have to confront my trauma, though. Journaling opens a lot of wounds, some that I didn't even know existed.

I love the visual novel game Heartlovepowertemple

I hope to feel more unique and correct in my own skin, even if I am split into multiple parts. Maybe someday my mind will learn to co-exist within itself. I spent the early hours of today not on the internet, and the moment I got on suddenly all the negativity came back. I do confess though that time was spent falling back asleep. I've got to find ways to exist in reality, or I fear I may be lost as a sleepwalker forever.

One of my middle school teachers said something during a presentation that never fully left even in the foggier parts of my mind. He was speaking during a presentation, something like that, and he spoke about how there were two types(? I believe) of people. People who go and do things, get what they want, are successful in life, and people who are sleepwalkers. Who do nothing but move from place to place, as if they're asleep.

Then again, he's the same person who gave a student a 100 for putting some random motivational video talking about how "depression is a cloud" into a google slides thing as their presentation and nothing else, so.. Perhaps I shouldn't let those memories haunt me as viciously as they do. But fear is a hard thing to unlearn.

I do not want to be paralyzed in the moment. I wish someone would come help me. But I know that as of right now, no one seems to be. I am not a helpless princess in a castle, yet I still feel like one, a lot. I have to teach myself, to learn things myself, to do things myself.. Devotion truly is a lot of work and energy. Better get to writing those vows, I guess.

Loss of innocence? Is that what makes it hurt so bad? And now the world feels less real. I feel dissociated. And I'm stuck in this car in a world that doesn't feel real, in a world that feels violent in cruel, in a world with no true family where everyone fends for themselves and I can't be forever angry that they too will not let me in. IA it loss of innocence? Why did that second video make me feel so sick? Why do I feel so much dread and angst? My mood was already going down after entering the store with her. I don't know why. I was fine earlier. I was relatively okay earlier. But now going out feels like a mistake.

In the car now and she's watching back to back shortform content and it's agitating my brain. I want to scream, I'm so irritated and I don't even mean to be. Doesn't matter. No matter how softly I could convey it, she'd ALWAYS paint me our to be the villain.

My stomach hurts. I feel wrong. I hate the stupid videos she's playing. I don't feel real, but I don't know if I want to be real. Why does this world hold so much pain? So much cruelty, so much darkness?

I was looking at cute skunk videos. And youtube, in the midst of all these lovely things, shows a video of a skunk who got (presumably, since I was able to fight off the compulsive urge to Know and Watch) mutilated by 3-4 dogs. Six years old, still up. I reported it. That's awful. Horrible. What did the skunk do to him that was so horrific it warranted such a brutal death? Why do people like that disgusting fucking freak exist? Why are they just fine with hurting living beings? And those poor dogs, I can't imagine any animal under his care is safe. It hurt and it still hurts, that poor fucking skunk. I'm so sorry. Why was no one there? Why did no one care? It makes me so mad. Why are people so cruel and violent and just laugh in your face? What did the skunk do to deserve that? No living animal, at least the ones I know of, should be subjected to torture, especially for entertainment. I feel so bad for that skunk. I wish I could've protected it. And people laughing or only half-caring in the comments made it worse. That'd a real living creature being harmed for sick views, it isn't a fictional thing. It existed. It deserved to live. Why do people lack empathy, a soul, a heart? I'm not the one who is wrong here. That poor fucking animal, it must've been so scared. I'm so sorry.

My mom just randomly yelled "bleblablabla" (/nonsense) in the midst of me writing and I just couldn't hold it and yelled "stop!" and she just started laughing. Just brushed it off as me being minority annoyed. I need to not listen to music so loud, my ears hurt.

Mom said it smells like something dead. I can't disagree. This random area smells awful.

Second video was about some.. internet comic. Beautiful darkness, I think. It was well-drawn but it just. Too close, too close. I don't know why but it really hurt. And disturbed me, too. That one I couldn't pull myself away from and watched a full video about it. It's haunting me now, I think. The first part regarding a girl whose throat was punctured out by a bird (they are small people) and the last of her being seen was her moaning/trying to speak in the darkness and failing. It fucking.. did something to me, just. Lord. I'm not knocking the creator. I just wish I hadn’t triggered myself.

My mom is watching some shit about comedy now from a guy talking about white and black kids talking back to their parents. Oh my god.

It's getting dark. I don't know why but I don't want it to be night right now. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. I'm so tired of being alone. Why is no one here? Why couldn't I have been one of those rare cases of someone being swooped off their feet and being genuinely rescued by a decent person? Why is there always an ulterior motive? Why is everyone selfish and dry? I know I'm not above it. I can be selfish and horrible, too, and I don't want to be. I'm trying to be better. I feel sick. I hate that video, I shouldn't have watched it. I don't know why that story hurts me so much but it does. Why is my mind like this? Why couldn't I have been raised in a typical loving home, free to experiment, yet safe and not entirely unrestricted?

I feel sick. I'm nauseated.

Lately, trying to eat has felt wrong. Ever since being on that o—

She did it again, the random spouting of nonsense noise and then when she didn’t get an ideal reaction she sighed. And now she's all like "are you okay? Still bothered by that video?" (Barely interacted with me about it and later made a joke and was like "I'm just trying to get you to laugh!".. were she a normal parent, this would be fine. But I have years of built up problems) and I was just. So tired.

Anywho, ever since being on that pill that was made to help with suppressing appetite (very briefly, since I could tell—

Man she's watching something about this guy and a volunteer firefighter who lost his son(?)? And just moved on to funny stuff. Am I crazy? Why are we like this? Lain hits too close to home, that's why I can't watch it without being triggered into some kind of episode anymore.

—that it was making me worse, and I couldn't sleep. Thanks, phentermine!) I've not been able to look at food the same. I know I struggled with disordered thinking and actions (purging and starvation, mainly) but it's.. as if I know fully I can control "it" and just not eat now. And every time I eat food I feel more and more gross and greasy, less.. pure. I feel stuffed in a disgusting fashion. I struggle to have control in general and I do binge, but now? Now the feeling is amplified, knowing that I could just control it if I really wanted to lose weight. + Again, that feeling of being gross and wrong has exacerbated.

I'm trying to heal. But how can I heal when things like these cause such an extreme reaction? I try to heal and then I'm reminded of that child who was on Skype being exposed to incestuous pornographic content by teenagers to adults older than me. Thinking of the college aged guy who would get upset any time I wasn't online and my mom vaguely knew and didn't care beyond commenting on it. Thinking of how from a young age I had this idea in my head that as much as I hated pain and suffering, I'd martyr myself for the entire world if it meant "saving" them. That I was the group chat therapist yet the one everyone talked shit about. I was called annoying and mocked time and time again, especially by anyone older. I was just a kid. And one of the few people who actually cared for me and treated me like a person throughout that time is racist + says slurs he can't, and we aren't friends anymore and may never be again. Of the nightmares I had of the world ending, going to hell, being abandoned, because I'd never have been good enough in the eyes of what these stupid old white people told me and what I saw online with unrestricted access from a mother whose continuing excuse is that she just kept working be abuse she thought she'd eventually be able to settle and then wasn't and then cries and suddenly it's her and her childhood and poverty and bullying and

Everything Everything Everything like some awful continuous circle that threatens fo taper out of my existence constantly, the agitated edge I always maintain. And I snap at my friends and make passive-aggressive remarks and I feel such sorrow because it's not my intention to be horrible, I just grow tired of always feeling like I'm the one invested and no one else is. I know I'm impatient. I'm just scared everyone is going to leave me. These violent agitated things spill out and I wonder why I'm almost always at best neutral with my mom. Positivity is never truly a default. Not after what she did to me. I feel violated. I hate being in this car. I just want to take a shower. I want to be at home with a man who loves me and isn't a grotesque rapist. I just want to be home. I want to live in the sky. But there's no one here for me, and it isnt rainijg, and I'm going back to a house that feels dead and bloated and grey and loud and quiet and aggressive abd suffocating and

And I look up and it'd darker because my neck hurts from my horrible posture on the device that's allowed the framework which has always hurt and never healed

I just want to be loved

I feel sick and nauseated. Resorting to talking to her because I'm that desperate to have something that isn't my mind screaming at me.

We're almost home. Thank god

My stomach hurts so bad

My mind feels wrong and like I opened a wound too soon and I'm overexposed

I feel like I'm not me

I hate her for what she did to me and I hate feeling violated and gross and like I can't scream. I hate being helpless. I hate knowing no one is coming to get me. And no one can or will help

I just want someone who loves me in that desperate, needing way, without all the agony and pain that comes with someone that obsessive. I just feel. OHHH MY GOD WHY DOES SHE NEVER SHUT THE BATHROOM DOOR WHEN SHE GOES TO THE BATHROOM AND SHE KNOWS THESE WALLS ARE SO THIN. DUDE. IN SOME WAY THAT SLIGHTLY SNAPPED ME OUT OF IT. I CANT EVEN HAVE A BREAKDOWN IN PEACE WITHOUT HEARING THIS JACKASS PISS. OH MY GOD

My therapist tells me I give a lot of my mom power. I don't know how not to. I've been made to feel helpless, and for all intents and purposes, well.. I DO in some way think that I am. How do I unlearn that? I don't. I don't know anymore. I'm just so tired. I don't care if anyone I know (or not) finds this and laughs at me or mocks me because the trauma is too real and indisputable for me to be worried about what some losers on the internet think and yet. I still feel lonely. And yet. I still seek others companionship. Where are any of you. I just want a hug from someone who isn't disgusting

I just feel like I'm stuck inside that story and I want it off off off I want It Out. I don't want to be inside a story with a bunch of sadistic people and a poor traumatized little girl and a father who will never find his decaying daughter. I Don't want that to be my reality. I don't want that to be me. I awnt help. I want a hug. I just want to be comforted. I want to be safe. I feel so sorry for that poor skunk. It hurts

hi im normal again or wahtever... LOL

to be honest I am a little embarrassed abt posting my vent here but its. whatever I don't rlly think much of anyone will come to find this so I'm cool for now

will potentially update later as the day progresses. I ate BAD STUFF for breakfast!!! (as in: unhealthy as fuck!) .. cherry pastry and a chocolate croissant.. ough. blrgh Trying 2 avoid giving into my disordered thoughts :broken heart emoji:

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