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I know, I know. I posted an SU like five minutes ago.
But…
But……..
I’m sad. And I’m not happy with my life. And as much as I try and imagine, I can’t think of a life that I could live at any point on this earth that I could be happy with.
So my dreams mean nothing now.
And I just can’t—
I can cry on command. I don’t wanes be an actor, though. I don’t wanna be anything.
Well… I wanna be a kid.
I wanna rewind a whole bunch of years to when I homeschooled and complained about the teensy bit of work I had to do. I miss climbing trees and making potions and mud pots in the backyard. I miss when the days felt so long, bedtime was a shock and not something to be looked forward to and dreaded simultaneously. I miss when my dreams were as real to me as my own mother and I believed with my whole heart that I would be amazing and incredible and write SO many books and I’d love it and everyone would love me and I’d be rich and live in a mansion with a billion sweet kitties.
But alas.
Something inside me feels that no matter what happens, I can’t be happy.
True or not, you can’t imagine how that hurts.
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I've had times like that. I won't say I know what you're feeling, because we're all different. But know that how you feel now isn't forever. I get that however true it is, it still feels that way, but it won't always. I imagine there are moments in the day when it doesn't. It's just hard to focus on, especially when the bad feeling is becoming a routine.
You can have happiness, even if it's not the idealistic version you imagined. I feel that dreams are something to shoot for, but they're not something you owe it to yourself to achieve. It's not worth getting hurt over, and it's not what you need to be happy. You may just need to find what happiness looks like for you before you can see it.
We're here for you if you need anything.
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Great.
I got into TLT and I have no clue what's going on.
Welp, I hereby make it my life's mission to scud it up!
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How common is it to feel utterly forgotten? How many times a day do normal human beings look at themselves and decide that they’re alone? How often do healthy human mouths turn off because, somehow, they’re afraid now?
I guess it doesn’t really matter. Not anymore.

