On my mind: Horrors of war. Loathing towards Putin. Spite over being banned from SATW Discord. Unhealthy urge to run and start murdering police. Healthy realisation I need serious mental help. Regret over it being 6:24 AM with another sleepless night behind me. Horrors of war, injustice, concerns over safety of people I care about, conflict about what to think of army that *follows* those orders and yet later will crawl back maimed and mentally damaged, half of time whining about their mental trauma, half time lashing out at people and mutilating them because "muh PTSD, Halk go RRRRRAAAAGE!". A-and a dose of ironic reminter to myself to at least try finding some reliable methods of mental therapy beyond simply practicing escapism, because the moment I get even slightest reminder about reality... Whoop! 19 hours have passed, I'm stressed, sleepless, ugly, growing old, my country's in shit, president is a maniacal dictator with nukes and all that on top of gender identity issues, generally fucked up brain, and, I dunno, let me throw my problematic skin around the nose in there for the good measure.
I really could use spending a year or two in a coma, just seeing dreams, seeing something adequate and normal, like fairies and cosmic unicorns, instead of this fucked up parody of a reality.
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On my mind: Horrors of war. Loathing towards Putin. Spite over being banned from SATW Discord. Unhealthy urge to run and start murdering police. Healthy realisation I need serious mental help. Regret over it being 6:24 AM with another sleepless night behind me. Horrors of war, injustice, concerns over safety of people I care about, conflict about what to think of army that *follows* those orders and yet later will crawl back maimed and mentally damaged, half of time whining about their mental trauma, half time lashing out at people and mutilating them because "muh PTSD, Halk go RRRRRAAAAGE!". A-and a dose of ironic reminter to myself to at least try finding some reliable methods of mental therapy beyond simply practicing escapism, because the moment I get even slightest reminder about reality... Whoop! 19 hours have passed, I'm stressed, sleepless, ugly, growing old, my country's in shit, president is a maniacal dictator with nukes and all that on top of gender identity issues, generally fucked up brain, and, I dunno, let me throw my problematic skin around the nose in there for the good measure.
I really could use spending a year or two in a coma, just seeing dreams, seeing something adequate and normal, like fairies and cosmic unicorns, instead of this fucked up parody of a reality.