I don& #39;t think people here really appreciate how much work it takes not to just tweet out a nonstop nihilistic depressive episode. I& #39;m a fucking weirdo failure in a world that only pretends to love the weird and I& #39;ve lost everything I& #39;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& #39;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& #39;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& #39;re damn right I& #39;m gonna delete this thread in about twenty minutes, I still got network and look for work in the morning!