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Aeoryi

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  1. Not having anyone else to vote out and losing anyways
  2. The truth is that dysphoria differs between individuals and it's hard to set a universal bar for it. That's why the criteria for dysphoria tend to be very broad and aren't hard to meet. Someone once told me that wanting dysphoria is a form of dysphoria itself, for example. There are some things that are easy to recognize, like the fact that I hate my voice, but some things are harder to recognize.
  3. Why does it matter? No not really. It's not a constant thing and it's not very easy to just know what's going on or whatever. It's hard to recognize if something is dysphoria or not because it's easy to doubt it.
  4. If insomnia persists (for like, more than a week) it might be worth seeing help for. Melatonin can sometimes help but you should probably see a doctor at that point. Regardless of the reason. I don't know if dysphoria has necessarily kept me up at night but it definitely doesn't help sometimes.
  5. Insomnia may be caused by dysphoria- anxiety or like feelings can keep you up at night. Other things can too, like, say, certain substances, as well as poor sleeping habits too. Or you can have your pineal gland screwed over and just not work. Insomnia is simply the failure to get enough sleep at night in order to feel rested the next day. yeah that's insomnia for you. For me, I struggle quite a bit with (medically induced) insomnia, and it's mostly because I feel like my brain is more active at night than it is during the day. Part of that means more things to worry about but there's also just this... Noise that never goes away. Thinking happens at night. Lots of thinking. Yes, it can be. It can also just be a general discontent with your body's gendered aspect too. As an egg I was mostly fine. Being trans didn't really change me that much, it just brought my life harmony. I will say I had a tendency to hurt others when I felt like it though, but I kept it mostly under control. ^this
  6. it looks like you're being flattened by the hattsies
  7. Being voted off at Tribal Council
  8. Rirrom appeared somewhat nearby, wearing a visage identical to one of the cloaked figures', and brandishing the same scimitar. He didn't do anything more.
  9. 1-4 days quickly, but I hear HRT makes it manageable
  10. I gotta do that more though and apparently it grows back laughably quickly
  11. I shaved my legs and it's a peak feeling for me
  12. Sorry who was this in response into? No post is quoted sorryuyy
  13. In a dark and twisted hall that once resembled ones found in Urithiru, a simple fly buzzed about. It danced around the dazzling beams of light, pretending as if they were the gaping jaws of predators. It zipped by stained glass windows, through cracks and over floors. It flew as fast as a- No. This fly was never important. Rirrom cleared off the blackboard with a cloth carried in a shakey hand. Large, concentric circles riddled with words clogged the writing surface. They weren't connected, just separate ideas written by the same person. Person? No. Rirrom was a Narrator. He wandered the halls of this empty plane of a once remembered Urithiru, only to move his joints. They had not come back easily the last time he had to regrow them, and he had no reason why to remove them again. There was nothing for him to find, or seek, or to search for. To do something like that would be absolute madness. Madness? No. Rirrom was not insane. He kept his sanity in check by remembering that the threat that Desolation posed- was he even around anymore? Checking his narration, he quickly determined that Desolation had died ages ago, and that his character arc was always insufficient. Rirrom wasn't mad. He was just... behind the times. Times. Eons flashed before Rirrom's eyes, as he recalled the time that was before. It was like watching a glacier crush a mountain or a valley erode away at the wind's touch. All that can be changed has changed already... Nothing is persistent. Except Rirrom. He stood in his empty hall, writing on a filled slate, contemplating the day he'd become insane and if that day has already happened. No one ever visited him- he'd hidden himself well enough for that- and although he could make anything happen at any time, that didn't come with the necessity to use that power. You cannot preach avarice to those who are apathetic towards everything. Time could tell. Maybe in a parallel dimension, one where he never became a narrator, never touched a plotblade, Rirrom might have tried. But that wasn't here, that wasn't now. To lament was just a waste of time. A parallel universe. What an interesting idea. Rirrom started writing on the blackboard again, text covering text as he started to write another pointless tale.
  14. I would post but I don't know what to do I do think I have an ancient narrator.
  15. plot has returned to tlt. Took about 1800 pages.
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