VENT POST. GENERAL CW

VENT POST. ‼️GENERAL CW‼️

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Im so fucking tired. The only emotions I feel anymore is exhaustion, sadness, stress, and whatever emotion “I’m a failure” is. I barely have enough energy to talk or type, things I enjoy don’t bring me happiness anymore, and no one seems to get that I’m trying my best. It’s hard to do math homework when I’m putting 200% of my energy towards just making it through the day. I’m hungry all the time but I don’t want to eat, I feel like I’m failing everything yet I don’t have enough energy to try, my parents have been doing nothing but making everything harder and I’m just so done with it all. I just want one week where I’m not stressed, where I don’t feel like everyone secretly hates me, where I’m not overwhelmed with thoughts of hating my body, so I could work and do all the things I need to do. Honestly the worst part isn’t that I’ve been feeling all this, the worst part is that no one can tell that I’m trying my best here. I spend late nights making sure my friends are okay, studying, doing homework, and I spend daytime doing anything and everything my parents ask of me. I don’t have any time to rest because I spend all my “free time” doing other necessary things.

I’m sorry to get so depressing on main, I just needed to scream into a void lol.

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Same here fish 🥲

I'm overcaffeinated and underloved

I think something about my nonhumanity makes me very protective of the people I care about.

It’s either that or my childhood trauma and neurodivergency but either way

Like my true reaction when someone I care about tells me someone hurt them (emotionally or physically) is:

“Oh really you fuckwad? I will kill you.” And I always get strong phantom wings, claws, and teeth.

“I’m a boy” I say as I shower

“I’m a boy” I say as I put on a bra

“I’m a boy” I say as I’m told to wear a dress for an event

“I’m a boy” I say as I get referred to as she/her for the billionth time

“I’m a boy” I say as my parents describe me as their daughter

“I’m a boy” I say, over and over and over again. Just, not out loud, because to everyone else, I’ll never be a boy.

For my depressed therians:

I know it feels like too much to do “mundane” tasks right now, so here is your motivation:

*ahem*

Can’t brush your teeth? I get that. However, your fangs will start to decay! When you need to bear your teeth and put fright into the hearts of your enemies, how could they be afraid if your fangs are dull?

Can’t shower? That’s so real tbh. However, your poor fur will have mud and dirt stuck in it! How will you be stealthy if you’re weighed down by all this gunk in your fur?

Can’t brush your hair? I’m struggling with that too. However, what happens when you’re frolicking in the woods and your fur gets stuck on a branch? You can’t be walking around with a large patch of fur missing, can you?

Can’t do workouts? Same here. But, how will you stay fit enough to catch prey for your family/self? You need to be able to jump, pounce, and run! Maybe just start with a leisurely walk.

Can’t make food? Yeahhh… making food is tough. How will you make sure that you don’t die on your pack mates though? They need someone like you! Maybe start with something easy like toast or just ordering food.

Remember, if it’s keeping you healthy enough, it’s ok to do the bare minimum. Sometimes that’s all we can do. <3

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