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I don't think people here really appreciate how much work it takes not to just tweet out a nonstop nihilistic depressive episode. I'm a fucking weirdo failure in a world that only pretends to love the weird and I've lost everything I've ever cared about.
people think despair is a personal problem, and even people who know that "bootstraps" rhetoric and that "just yoga your way out of depression" is bs still think you can just "love yourself" into a world that has space for you.
I was born into a world that, in every sense, hates me. I don't fit in, and will be endlessly discarded. You know what tho? I do still love myself and think I do great work and am hot. The dirty secret is that it does not matter.
Pollyana herself couldn't glad game herself into being able to walk, but we demand every freak, outcast and beaten queer somehow manage it or else discard them.
you're damn right I'm gonna delete this thread in about twenty minutes, I still got network and look for work in the morning!
