Cube Cat

ayo like this or hmu if you wanna rp some kazuscara, i don’t mind which character i play. dead dove welcomed. discord only.

The tention between the desire of being invisible and being seen by everyone.

isnt it funny how calling people out on their shit makes you the bad guy?

Daddy Issues: Rambling #10

18th April 2022, 00:46

Rambling 10. How coincidental that I write about my father on the same number that is my birthday. Anyway, I have a problem that is very taboo. It concerns incest. I believe my father may have molested me as a child, but I cannot remember. My father did a lot of sketchy, sexual things when I was younger, but I can never remember them directly. My sister believes the same. It can’t just be my imagination. He did something, I just wish I could uncover what. I know it is my brain protecting me, but I just crave to know. I hate being none the wiser to things. I digress, that’s not the fucked up part. The fucked up part is now, whenever I’m masturbating, I picture my father raping me when I’m a child of maybe 6 or 7 years old. I like to pretend he’s touching me and comforting me that it’s “okay” and that “what I’m feeling is normal”. I pretend that he gets hard at the thought of me. I know what his penis looks like, I remember it hanging out his boxers when he was sleeping. I also remember momentarily touching myself to the sight of it, but stopping from the taboo. I don’t know what it is about my father that turns me on. I know it’s definitely a stockholm type of symptom, a consequence of sexual abuse, but I don’t know how to get rid of it. I’m not attracted to my father. He’s fat and ugly. Nothing, not a single thing, about him is attractive to me. Still, I can’t stop thinking about him overpowering me, or putting his penis in me while I’m sleeping. Whenever I have these thoughts, and especially if I cum to them, I have to wash myself afterwards. Sometimes I wash myself so many times that my skin turns red and blotchy. I feel disgusting. I feel like he has taken my virginity and yet, to my knowledge, I’m a virgin. Why is my mind corrupted by him like this? I haven’t seen him in years. The power he has over me is astounding. I wish he would just die both physically and inside my head. Leave me alone. Leave my body alone. I was just a child. I didn’t deserve that. I don’t deserve this.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

God complex

Longtemps j'ai été jaloux

Et j'ai motivé mon action par envie

Envie d'avoir du style, du raffinement

Envie d'être autant exceptionnel Aujourd'hui, de mes 24 ans

J'ai comblé les besoins de ma convoitise

Sans m'apercevoir que je n'avais de réel besoin Me vient alors le doute, de la raison de mon existence

Sur cette Terre, si je n'ai de désir pur, ou de besoin à combler Et je ralentis La rue est lente

Et les feuilles semblent vivre

Et cet ivrogne en face

Je fais erreur, il habite ici

Et la lumière

Et la nature

Tout ça je le comprends

Je sens que le monde est à ma portée

Que je peux m'y glisser en assemblant mes notes

Que je saurais tout écrire, et trouver des vérités

Convaincu de mon unicité

Convaincu qu'un être unique n'existe que pour apprendre aux autres

Convaincu que je suis un être en devoir

Convaincu qu'on m'a mis ici pour devoir

Convaincu que je ne suis pas

Mais qu'on est bien ici Alors je marche vite

Je marche vite comme une proie qui s'exerce

La proie d'une force divine

Mais combien de temps peut on marcher vite ?

Combien de temps dure la volonté ?

Combien de temps dure la peur de marcher sur une feuille vivante ?

Combien de temps dure le désir, et enfin, son absence ? Je sens en moi l'appel au secours d'une personne saine

Dans un corps sain, un environnement sain

Qui a pourtant la force d'appeler un être qui saurait lui faire voir

Combien sa force la rend faible

Combien la lumière la rend aveugle

La force d'appeler un être qui pourra la briser

i am exhausted to the point of aggression

— Franz Kafka, “The Metamorphosis and Other Stories”

Depersonalisation: Rambling #18

21st April 2022, 21:29

I woke up this morning feeling incredibly weird. When I climbed out of bed, my feet were not my own. They seemed so far away from me. When I looked at my hands, they looked like hands I had never seen before. I tried to use the bathroom, but I felt like I was driving a car. I was inside my skull and watching the world around me on a movie screen. Everything was out of place and foreign. I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing. Strangely, I felt like I was floating. People call this depersonalisation. I guess that is what I was feeling, but it’s the strongest I’ve ever felt it. I truly didn’t feel like I was attached to my body. I felt robotic, like a sim being controlled in-game. It was nauseating. My problem is, though, is why does this happen? It has to happen for a reason. Am I having a moment of clarity? A blip in the system? Am I experiencing who I truly am? Was this body ever really mine? Or was this body given to me? I don’t remember becoming who I am today. I just arrived. Who am I?

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

The only thing I'm good at is destroying myself