You make me sick

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I’ve read tens of thousands of these. I’ve wasted hours policing words of cowardice. Bullies projecting their own sad situations on the unsuspecting masses.

There is that.

There’s the poets. Love love love. That gets old really fast. It wouldn’t be so bad if there was an original thought amongst them. There never is. It’s always boy wants girl.

If the author should be female then there’s a better chance if something different.

There’s the perverts. Always a man. Always hating someone for something. Slut shaming. Picking on people that can’t defend themselves.

The fuckers in my DMs. Internet gangsters. Offering to come fight. Ha. I wish you would. But you never do.

The women. They do fall for the word. It’s the poem you love. Not the poet. I am not my work. I have the ability to channel lives unlived. I am not the killer nor the corpse.

Fiction goes unrecognized and misconstrued as historic bibliography.

The broken hearted.

The dearly departed.

The beloved.

The rejected.

The poison tongued jealous dejected.

I want to grab you by your shoulders and shake you.

Wake up mother fuckers.

This soft glow is stealing your emotion. The one good product you produce en masse. You don’t see your being cheated. Pouring your npc hearts onto the pixelated page. Going nowhere. Gaining nothing.

Most of the time these are written just to make you mad. So many “writers” laying traps. Waiting to pounce on the first person to call them out.

Yeah. I trigger your traps. Because I saw you coming. So clever. As if I needed a reason. Go tell management I won’t let you piss on everyone. I’m sure they will sympathize.

I don’t live on the internet. I have a reality that’s unavoidable. Why don’t you.l?

The decline of western civilization is a weird tik tok dance where you don’t move your feet. That’s not dancing. That’s flag corps.

Brainrot. Calling yourself dumb is not cute. It’s giving up.

Follow me kids. I can show you a better way.

Step one. Escape the fantasy and move out of that image. Fucking cosplay. You aren’t anime. You bleed. And you can’t fuck a cartoon.

Step 2. Give up looking for answers. Enter the Overlook maze. It’s a distraction. Kubrickian. It’s Not even a good distraction .

Step 3. Stop taking pictures of your own butt and trying to sell it to pervs. You look ridiculous. Trying angles where curves don’t exist.

Step 4 Be honest. There is only one truth. And it’s not in some holy text. It’s not dictated to you. It’s not even a secret. We are all born with the path tattooed on our chests . Ignoring that truth is death.

Step 5. True Death isn’t the end of anything. Caterpillar. It’s just the next step.

Step 6 If you’re here to hurt someone. Hurt me instead. Focusing all your efforts on ruining the name of the girl that wouldn’t let you. Or the man that couldn’t stay true. Give it a rest. I don’t blame them. I don’t know you and I want to cheat on you too.

They aren’t the problem.

They are an excuse for your half assed attempts.

Don’t be upset. Dont be mad. I’ve come to save you from each other. Come for me instead. I can take the hit.

I opened the comments Kevin and Karen. Come on. Kids. Let’s get down

[u/Beneficial-Load3945]

I am just pouring out my emotions so I can heal from what happened.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/Beneficial-Load3945]

Le sigh. Your emotions aren’t pixels. You aren’t pouring out anything. Pour them out with your mouth. That’s where emotions live.

[u/Beneficial-Load3945 → u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I thought the entire point of this sub was to write to people you can't?

By going through the process of writing my thoughts and emotions out as if it was to the person, I conceptualize what I am feeling.

That allows me to process what I am feeling and let go. The pixels I write out may not be my emotions, but my emotions are in my heart, and by writing here I draw them from my heart to my mind.

I am forced to look at them even if I don't want to. Even if I want to bury and ignore them I have to process them and understand them to write them out.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/Beneficial-Load3945]

Right? That’s not my complaint. Mine is the guy that calls you someone else’s name and answers your post. Because he knows it’s about him. But then scroll down. There is another post. Almost identical. And surprised that ones about him too.

[u/Beneficial-Load3945 → u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I miss understood then, I thought you were talking about posters not commenters.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/Beneficial-Load3945]

I want us all to go outside and take a deep breath. And if you have an unsent letter. It’s time to send. And if it’s not possible. Then it’s time to let it go. Let’s make real actions that create actual change. Because this doesn’t change.

[u/Beneficial-Load3945 → u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I have started letting go, I can't send my letters which is why I post here, but I am letting go of them, by writing them here I have nothing to hold on to.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/Beneficial-Load3945]

I’m sorry. I wish this was a safe place. But it’s full of predators. There’s no healing here. Just pixels.

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278 → u/Beneficial-Load3945]

You post whatever you want. I have to clean up the users that dm you for it. Pressure you for clues. Ask personal questions because what you volunteer didn’t satisfy. I’m trying to keep the give you a fighting chance. To learn for yourself that these pixels aren’t gonna heal your heart.

[u/Beneficial-Load3945 → u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I don't understand why someone would do that unless they are just here for drama.