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1, 2, 3, 4, counting counting at the door
I am so scared
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
average sesame street song
am i awake rn i think I may be going insane
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1, 2, 3, 4, counting counting at the door
I am so scared
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
average sesame street song
am i awake rn i think I may be going insane
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I don’t know your mental stability.
@Conure1243 is the expert on insanity via sleep deprivation anyways. Let’s trust the expert opinion.
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WHAT HAPPENED
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One of the worst ways to be woken up, as I have found out, is someone blasting yodeling.
Like seriously it’s awful.
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Dear 17thShard,
I, Coder or the Drag0n8 family, will be away until further notice. I will return at approximately mid-sunday my time, and shall depart this world approximately 1:30 today my time.
Goodbye and Good Luck,
Coder
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Grubfriend
I failed miserably at hollow knight at a friend's house and I now feel discouraged
save me
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Hi guys
This very well might be my last post. I'll try to get on tomorrow but my parents are having a hard cutoff, I think.
I'm writing this in response to all the pms and stuff I've been getting.
I have problems, and those are a result of me being me.
I can't lie, it's not in my nature. I can't lie to myself anymore.
And I have the courage to write this now that I'm leaving I guess. Seriously, this is more for me than you. Don't feel the need to read it, particularly the whole rant. I'm just trying to understand myself, I guess.
SpoilerI look in the mirror, and I don't know who stares back. I'm a passenger, a spectator, in a life that isn't mine. I'm a crude drawing of what I used to be, and I don't remember who I was then anyway. I've forgotten, and some of that I've tried to forget. It's all just...gone. Taken somewhere I don't understand. I don't know how to act, or what to say, because I don't know who I am or what I want. I don't know how to fake the person I'm supposed to be.
I'm awake, but it's growing harder to distinguish nightmares from reality. I'll do things and not remember why I'm doing them. I'll dream, and wake up. And realize that the world is a terrible place meant to torture me.
Who am I? Am I what they say I am? Probably not. Am I what I say I am? Definitely not. I wonder if I ever existed at all, because it feels like a dream. A dream of color, of emotion, of things that don't seem real.
It doesn't feel like that anymore. I've grown numb. Sorrow doesn't break me, but joy doesn't come either. I've created a monster that consumes me. It takes the darkness, but it takes everything else too. I don't feel like I used to. I just exist. And I'm too cowardly to not exist anyway. I look in vain for the 'why', the passion I used to know so well. But it's just gone. Just me and the endless void remains.
And storms I hate myself. For being so...me. So tactless, bratty, arrogant, judgmental, procrastinating, impatient, stubborn, careless, cowardly, irresponsible, resentful, obnoxious, ungrateful, manipulative, greedy, selfish, cruel, disrespectful, rude, ruthless idiot!
I stare off into the distance, as I spend so much time doing these days. And I realize I'm completely alone. It's the hopeless, absolute silence of knowing you'll never be enough for anyone, especially yourself. They all abandon me in the end. I'm so alone, I'm even abandoned by myself.
There isn't anything to fight the voices with. I tear myself apart and they do, too. I don't know who I am anymore. Or maybe I never did. I hate myself. I hate that I can't feel. I hate being alone, but I ignore it, hiding it all behind the mask of being just another insufferable child.
And it will crumble, and it will be my fault.
Deep down I know the truth: I deserve to be alone. I deserve to hurt. I deserve to be a broken vengeful being beyond repair. I brought this upon myself.
I don't think this is useful to you in any way.
I needed to write it anyway.
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These days, I look in the mirror and find myself a man of lies.
I must apologize in advance, I am feeling seriously depressed right now and that is making me dramatic and eloquent; I feel like taking this seriously. At some point I was always going to have to make this decision, and it's not one that I am enjoying making, but I don't really have a choice.
This was going to happen eventually. I am terrible at keeping secrets. Some of you may be aware I have some very loving, very conservative, very controlling parents. I have simultaneously defended and complained about them many, many times, but in the end, they love me very much and want what's best for me. Well, they have discovered this 17thShard account that I have, and they do not like it. I cannot say that everything I have said on here is true. I have time and time again expressed opinions on religion, gender and sexuality, mental health, and other topics, and I can't really say that all of it is true. At my core, I lie through my teeth, supporting things I do not truly support, condemning things that I do not condemn, because if I don't, I won't have any friends. You all would dismiss me as hateful and ignorant and never speak to me again, because in some ways I am. I certainly don't hate any of you. I really can't believe that all of this is just some mental illness or something like that. Regardless, I can't keep pretending to support it in any capacity.
2 Peter 2:4-10 mentions a person from Genesis, Lot, who lived in the city of Sodom, an ancient city legendary for its degeneracy and violence. Lot was a follower of God who lived among these people, even becoming an arbiter or judge among them. In Genesis 18, Abraham barters with God, who is planning to destroy the city for its sin. After some time, God agrees that if ten righteous men can be found in Sodom, the city would be spared. Immediately after, the account cuts to Lot. Two male angels have been sent to his house to warn him about the coming destruction. Lot asks them to stay the night in his house for safety, but they refuse, accepting his food and sleeping in the courtyard. Later that night, a mob arrives at Lot's house. Their intentions towards the angels, or strangers, are not pure. Lot literally is in the process of bargaining away his daughters to the mob, but the angels blind the mob, and everyone escapes. 2nd Peter mentions what Lot was feeling: he was greatly distressed, because he loved all the people around him and yet wanted nothing to do with them. You all are not Sodom. But I certainly feel like Lot.
I cannot continue existing here on the Shard. Feel free to ban me or wipe my account, I can't say I won't care, it will hurt a lot. But I have already made this decision.
After my father specifically violated my privacy, going through my posts, he was immediately shocked at what he saw. Lies. Beautiful lies, from a lonely little boy clinging desperately to some sort of friendship. Very, very convincingly. I cannot justify his anger. I am only glad he held his temper back physically, which he has not done in the past. He is watching, reading through everything I have said, joking or serious, lies or truth, and I'm about essentially stand trial for it. I would like to reiterate that I am 18 years old and would like to be allowed to make my own decisions, but I also would like to have a house and a bed and food and water, and it has been made very clear that enjoying those privileges is not compatible with any form of disobedience.
Maybe I really am a hateful monster. I lie to everyone around me, just to cling to them and get something from them. Even when I try to show love, it's almost another form of manipulation. Are we all manipulating each other? On my way to the library where I am typing this, I passed a mother bird protecting her eggs, sitting a short ways away from the railroad track I was using to travel. I stopped, and watched as any time I drew nearby, she would puff herself up and screech at me. It took me a minute to register that I was the threat. I was the looming, dangerous monster who had not thirty seconds ago been screeching harsh lyrics in the woods at the top of my lungs. Why wouldn't she be wary around me? Everything I touch turns water into blood, I don't look away when the bough breaks, I don't really love, I just hate being alone. I am so very happy my parents have taken away my autonomy, my agency, my knives, so I can't hurt myself. And I hate it all the same.
And when I return to some form of logical sanity, I just remember how self centered I am. It's not about me. I'm in this love hate relationship with absolutely everything in my life. And when it comes time to decide between the two, I will become the villain to you all. My parents will still see me as deceptive, hateful, cowardly, rebellious, and godless. You all will see me as nothing more than a hateful bigot.
There's nothing I really can do to change all this; again, I need a place to live. And in truth, I don't support anything LGBTQ. I really can't say that I believe everything the Bible teaches and say "happy pride month" in the same sentence. A fountain cannot spout both fresh and salt water. That doesn't mean I see any of you any less, if anything, right now I am the worst person on the planet in my own eyes. None of my scant morality, precious philosophy, or arrogant theology means anything without my faith. I cannot continue straddling a line, I have to choose between one or the other- and when my life is completely meaningless without Christ, I will choose Christ.
No matter what any of you think of me, I still love you all, I still respect you all, I still appreciate you all. This is goodbye. Whether something I have said here violates Shard rules or not, I will not be returning. Thank you all so much for these few months. I sincerely wish you all the best.
- Noah.
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I’ll miss you Verdance! TLPL was an awesome adventure, and I hope to be here when you come back.
I don’t care that you lied, and I hope you will feel comfortable being my friend when we next meet.
@Verdance God be with you till we meet again.
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Hey Grub, are you going to get a profile banner?
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I got today's Cosmeredle in 5 tries!

























Try and beat me at https://cosmeredle.net/
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OKAY
I HAVE OFFICIALLY MADE IT THROUGH ALL OF MY NOTIFICATIONS
*bows*
There were 150 of them. That took so long.
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I had a friend (non shard, IRL) make Westward (Progressionspren) a portrait.
He says it's almost done.
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Shiny new banner
when does everyone else get out of school?
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Im literally having a panic attack
but weird like zero emotions autism style
but i can’t get any work done at all, like my brain completely rejects the idea, not just procrastination like usual
my senses refuse to process information and i just reread a sentence like a dozen times and still dont know what it means
i have final exams tomorrow and im going to fail them so badly!!!!
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Im literally having a panic attack
but weird like zero emotions autism style
but i can’t get any work done at all, like my brain completely rejects the idea, not just procrastination like usual
my senses refuse to process information and i just reread a sentence like a dozen times and still dont know what it means
i have final exams tomorrow and im going to fail them so badly!!!!
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Im literally having a panic attack
but weird like zero emotions autism style
but i can’t get any work done at all, like my brain completely rejects the idea, not just procrastination like usual
my senses refuse to process information and i just reread a sentence like a dozen times and still dont know what it means
i have final exams tomorrow and im going to fail them so badly!!!!
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Oh. Okay. So to graduate, it’s really quite simple. I just have to violate the space-time continuum.
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The Countdown begins
3 Days Remain
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12 Days Remain
APHuG/APCompSci -
Guys im tired and frustrated and I hate my english teacher, but shes not even the worst one, and I dont have my life together and I treasure my time at school because when I get home I can't even hang out with my friends because I am to busy procrastinating, feeling guilty & beating myself up about procrastinating my AP class and the essay I just finished in 2 hours and my bio homework and I am not okay
And I can't help myself from procrastination, and I feel guilty about doing it, but I cannot stop myself from doing it, and I hate myself and my APHuG test is coming up and I am also procrastinating, and I can't even hang out with my soulless friends who even with all their emotional ineptitude cheer me up with just a little bit of joy but I can't even do it because I need help and I am not okay
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Technoblade was the best, man
He never dies
While you were playing checkers, he was farming potatos
RIP
I get sad whenever I think about him
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*unshards the verdance*
Uh idk not too much has been happening on here lately, so I’m taking @Usseewa’s advice. I’m taking a break for now, thinking probably until i receive 100 notifications or at least one week, if yall spam me that fast. Feel free to make fun of me if i log on in the next 10,080 minutes. (Not that long lol)
Anyhow have a great day yall, and go touch grass, its probably good for you (i think)
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@NameIess @Immortal Platypus @Through the living jeff @Through the Living Sherma @ThatOneGuyOverThere @Through the Living Mist
Happy Easter! He Is Risen!
(sorry if i missed anyone i know on the shard that is also Christian, or if there’s theological differences between basptists and LDS relating to the resurrection, i do not know much about LDS)
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