Aj RodGuns
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Wednesday 21 January 2026 03:16:26 GMT
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♱꧁2N0E1V2_Nevaeh꧂♱ :
Yeah, I don't fucking know, but I try to ok try to love you so I try to care for you, but you don't want to take you, you don't wanna take none of it.
2026-01-24 04:33:40
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♱꧁2N0E1V2_Nevaeh꧂♱ :
I tried being there for you, I tried everything for you and you're just not taking it
2026-01-24 04:33:58
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♱꧁2N0E1V2_Nevaeh꧂♱ :
Before I even love myself, I love you.
2026-01-24 04:34:13
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♱꧁2N0E1V2_Nevaeh꧂♱ :
@coolboy 🥺🥺🥺
2026-01-24 04:12:07
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Aaron :
My mental health has been deteriorating under the cumulative weight of multiple unresolved pressures rather than any single identifiable event. I struggle with maladaptive coping behaviors, including compulsive sexual consumption, dissociative tendencies, chronic burnout, and persistent emotional fatigue. Alongside this is a sustained undercurrent of anger, regret, and profound isolation that I rarely express openly. I often feel less like I am living a meaningful life and more like I am maintaining baseline functionality while observing the gradual decline of the structures around me. my father’s physical health, my family’s financial stability, and the recurring cycle of generational survival without long-term security or progress. There is a constant psychological tension between my perceived potential and my lived reality. I am acutely aware of my capacity for more. intellectually, professionally, and personally and existing inside that gap produces a level of exhaustion that is difficult to articulate. Historical trauma, particularly experiences of emotional neglect, dismissal, and conditional value based on utility, continues to resurface in ways that influence how I view myself and my role within my family and environment. At times, there is a disturbing calm that accompanies my lowest moments. I do not want to die, but there are flashes of intrusive thoughts — images of finality, of silence, of rest. there are times where I indulge myself and allow the cold touch of a barrel to press against my temple and, for a split second, my mind imagines what it would feel like to finally stop carrying everything. But the thought never stays. It collapses under reality. I think about the financial burden of a funeral. The cost of cleanup. The psychological damage it would leave behind. The hole it would carve into my family. And I recognize that it would cause far more harm than anything I believe I would be escaping. So I pull myself back. Despite this, I continue to function. I continue to plan, work, and move forward. But doing so requires a level of internal effort that is largely invisible to others. the only thing I can do is continue this monotonous loop
2026-02-14 04:13:57
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Squ4re8e :
they slaughtered that curious, sweet boy.
2026-02-23 03:27:56
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