I’m pretty sure it’s getting to the point that I’m taking severe physiological damage from the lack of sex, affection, or human interaction. How am I supposed to go outside when people can hear my thoughts. I can’t go to school, get a job. Let alone have sex. Imagine that doozy. Imagine trying to do it with someone while they’re screaming about god knows what in your ear without even knowing it. Eh fuck it it’s not like any of you understand or care. Who am I talking to? Basically no one. I’m screaming into the void. Invalidating myself more and more with every word. Because you think I’m okay to even write this. I’m not. I can’t breathe. I’m not really here. Digging my own grave to keep me level. Jam another dragon down the hole.
4 comments
I’m not sure what’s going on. But I’m assuming the pandemic has you stressed out? And what is this about people being able to read your thoughts? It is also totally okay to vent on here rather than at your friends or people who may not understand. I actually prefer it
With a question like that I’m starting to feel like nobody actually reads each other’s posts on here. That makes sense, I just mentioned that my own suffering has eclipsed my concern for what others may feel at this point, and I assumed I’m not the only one.
Edit: Exposed changed to eclipsed. I don’t know why it would change “eclipsed” to “exposed”. Weird flex autocorrect, but okay.
You might be able to control the thoughts spilling out, maybe try singing a song to yourself on repeat?
Sex isn’t all that important IMO, it is more about finding a connection with someone which I’m sure you can do. Though you have to see people to connect with them, that or seek out online friends.
P.S. don’t assume people haven’t read your previous posts, remember you changed your name? And one thing I’m notorious for is not paying attention to who wrote what a lot of the times. I wouldn’t have connected you the the previous post about this had you not referenced the issue. That and we’ve been seeing some new members too.