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Aias diary

here's is part of my slowburn a24 short book ik this depressed suicidal fourm would love[cry]

Aia laid down and hugged it so tightly, she didn’t know if anyone was thinking about her, but she hoped to everything that someone out there thought about her even for just for a second. She couldn’t stop crying, it pained her to be in this cycle, and she couldn’t stop it, so many promises she made to those she cared about, even more so herself. She just wanted someone to be thinking about her, desperately she wanted someone to think about her. Even if her skin was picked, cut, and cold, even if she looked like she was on drugs. “Just anyone, I just hope someone is, please please…”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at anything, just crying because I'm crying, because I know I wouldn't want to cry I am sorry I’m crying I love me, I don’t want to sob any more. I don't want to let go of this pillow, I don't want to let go of anyone ever again, I don’t want to let go of myself, I want to hold myself forever and never let go. Aia I love you so much, God please let me hear this please
“In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, amen” please God let someone love me, please teach me to love me please please please.

I shouldn’t talk to myself, or people that aren’t there, it's like the saying “If you scream in an empty forest are you even screaming?” no point in doing it. There's not a point in doing a lot of things, I can choose to stay alone here or spend every hour working, I don’t want to work. I’m made for love I just want to spread joy and happiness, I'm sorry I didn't do that earlier, I’m sorry so so very sorry. I should just, go to sleep, I mean also laying and imagining a world of my own is also enjoyable, a world where I’m nice, but I am nice!

am I a good writer shoormwritercord? And is warrior-p better at writing?
 
I had a nightmare, I was at a restaurant eating food and was leaving, and I left my bag in the door like put it down, and it blocked the door from closing, and then I saw someone lying down and saw my bag gone and then just felt scared of the room and ran to an elevator and people were in it, and it started to move than I heard screaming gunshots, and I was like don't open the elevator just keep it closed IDK like keep it going floor to floor, but they reached a floor and us elevator people were running around and everyone was covering and telling us where we are going, and we just walked random place until some guy yelled close to me like follow me (he was a cop or something) i than was just following him and like bending over crouched while doing so, and I got so scared that I listened to my heartbeat and then realised it was a dream, than woke up.

who else had a nightmare before of being in a mass shooting?
 
I had a nightmare, I was at a restaurant eating food and was leaving, and I left my bag in the door like put it down, and it blocked the door from closing, and then I saw someone lying down and saw my bag gone and then just felt scared of the room and ran to an elevator and people were in it, and it started to move than I heard screaming gunshots, and I was like don't open the elevator just keep it closed IDK like keep it going floor to floor, but they reached a floor and us elevator people were running around and everyone was covering and telling us where we are going, and we just walked random place until some guy yelled close to me like follow me (he was a cop or something) i than was just following him and like bending over crouched while doing so, and I got so scared that I listened to my heartbeat and then realised it was a dream, than woke up.

who else had a nightmare before of being in a mass shooting?
You need meds
 
friend drew aia
Now I ask, what counts as real womenme?
 

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I have almost no free time. I mean I lay all day but if I wasn’t laying than I would have all the free time I spend all my time just posting myself on forums… Getting treated like some tool or toy at the very least lets me have someone thinking about me, just thinking about me in any way is nice. I always get called a skeleton, but I'm happy they at least notice I look like one, but I hate when they ask me why I look like this! Just let me enjoy your company, please! Please. I didn’t mean to yell, I just get excited… I can’t control my PTSD, okay?

I just want to be allowed to do the things I want to do, but I can’t, it's not fair! It’s just not fair. I lay here all the time! All the time just waiting for something to happen, day to day and day to day that I have to deal with this. I only want to do things to make people happy, I want to call my friends and my partners and talk to them, flirt with them… ANYTHING. It’s not fair that I have all these conditions, I never did anything bad to- … … I am sorry, I deserve this.


Aia woke up again, her head hurting, her hands aching. She spent all night again talking to people on her phone, right when she woke up she got mad, because she knew if any random person saw this they would think she is lonely and crazy. But she thought otherwise, people can love people far, far away, Aia does it certainly seems even if she seldom sees their faces.
“People only see what their STUPID minds tell them to think, everything is objective. I just wish it wasn't I wish for so many things, so so many things I wish for, and I wish greatly to be loved in person.”

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How do you guys manage to deal with negros?
 
I have almost no free time. I mean I lay all day but if I wasn’t laying than I would have all the free time I spend all my time just posting myself on forums… Getting treated like some tool or toy at the very least lets me have someone thinking about me, just thinking about me in any way is nice. I always get called a skeleton, but I'm happy they at least notice I look like one, but I hate when they ask me why I look like this! Just let me enjoy your company, please! Please. I didn’t mean to yell, I just get excited… I can’t control my PTSD, okay?

I just want to be allowed to do the things I want to do, but I can’t, it's not fair! It’s just not fair. I lay here all the time! All the time just waiting for something to happen, day to day and day to day that I have to deal with this. I only want to do things to make people happy, I want to call my friends and my partners and talk to them, flirt with them… ANYTHING. It’s not fair that I have all these conditions, I never did anything bad to- … … I am sorry, I deserve this.


Aia woke up again, her head hurting, her hands aching. She spent all night again talking to people on her phone, right when she woke up she got mad, because she knew if any random person saw this they would think she is lonely and crazy. But she thought otherwise, people can love people far, far away, Aia does it certainly seems even if she seldom sees their faces. “People only see what their STUPID minds tell them to think, everything is objective. I just wish it wasn't I wish for so many things, so so many things I wish for, and I wish greatly to be loved in person.”

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How do you guys manage to deal with negros?
Are you kidding noob
 
I have almost no free time. I mean I lay all day but if I wasn’t laying than I would have all the free time I spend all my time just posting myself on forums… Getting treated like some tool or toy at the very least lets me have someone thinking about me, just thinking about me in any way is nice. I always get called a skeleton, but I'm happy they at least notice I look like one, but I hate when they ask me why I look like this! Just let me enjoy your company, please! Please. I didn’t mean to yell, I just get excited… I can’t control my PTSD, okay?

I just want to be allowed to do the things I want to do, but I can’t, it's not fair! It’s just not fair. I lay here all the time! All the time just waiting for something to happen, day to day and day to day that I have to deal with this. I only want to do things to make people happy, I want to call my friends and my partners and talk to them, flirt with them… ANYTHING. It’s not fair that I have all these conditions, I never did anything bad to- … … I am sorry, I deserve this.


Aia woke up again, her head hurting, her hands aching. She spent all night again talking to people on her phone, right when she woke up she got mad, because she knew if any random person saw this they would think she is lonely and crazy. But she thought otherwise, people can love people far, far away, Aia does it certainly seems even if she seldom sees their faces. “People only see what their STUPID minds tell them to think, everything is objective. I just wish it wasn't I wish for so many things, so so many things I wish for, and I wish greatly to be loved in person.”

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How do you guys manage to deal with negros?
Holy fucking marge
 
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