This though!!!
Look, this is what moral OCD is like for me:
I walk past a piece of paper. I don’t pick it up because I had a long day at work and it’s very cold outside. This then becomes my internal monologue:
I didn’t pick up that piece of paper, I should have. Don’t I care about the environment? It’s not my trash, I shouldn’t have to pick it up. But also that’s how these things happen right? We place the blame on others as our environment degrades. It was just a piece of paper, it’s not like it can do that much damage. But also how do I know: I’m not an environmental expert. Maybe stray paper scraps are killing the frogs. You’re literally killing the frogs. You should look up how many frogs die a year so you know how shitty you are-No stop it.
I care about the environment, and I recycle and I joined green activism movements but is that enough? I could be doing more. I should be doing more. I should donate my entire check to charity. But isn’t it self serving to think that my one check could help that much? Do I really think I’m that important, how self entitled and-no stop it, reset! You are obsessing and if you fall for it, you will not eat dinner. Let it go.
Okay it’s just a piece of paper. It’s okay you skipped it this once: it could have had something dangerous on it. Yeah that makes sense. But also, that means I’m putting my own safety over trying to help the environment, which is very selfish of me. I’m just one shitty person: god how could I be so self absorbed. I should have picked up the piece of paper. I’m so selfish, and shitty and-no, no, stop it! This is not helpful. It’s fine.
It’s been a long day and I’m cold, that’s not a crime- no that’s being selfish again, you’re making excuses. You’re just a lazy piece of shit who doesn’t care about others, and selfish and God the fact you’re thinking this much about one piece of paper shows how selfish you are, you care more about if you’re a good person than anything else, you’re a piece of shit, you’re a piece of shit, YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT.
I get home and open up Tumblr. The first post I see says “if you don’t reblog this post about the environment you’re as complicit as an oil billionaire.” I close my computer and resign myself to looking up the state frog populations until I go to bed.
I don’t eat dinner.
The amount of frogs that die a year is somewhere from 200 million to over 1 billion.
“Yay okay I’m finally done with band I’m gonna go home and read fan fiction and then sleep it’s gonna be great :3”
My ears:
im gonna fucking do it soon I swear to fucking god
BAHHAHAHAHHA- HELP 😭
Loneliness…stifled by the internet….but ever present.
How the idea of randomly posting a goodbye message and offing myself starts to feel past 12 pm
TW - this is a vent poem that contains allusions to topics such as depression, sh, and passive suicidal ideation. It’s not explicitly about religion but it does use a ‘devil’ as a metaphor.
Be safe <3
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There’s a devil on my shoulder
He’s a nasty little thing,
but his whispers are so sweet
A blade tipped with honey, coaxing him to me
I don't remember when he came
Maybe he rode along on the agony of last November
Or maybe he's always been there
Nestled in the back, hiding away in a cloak of laughter
And each day his questions are more and more tempting
When the cloak is stripped away,
When the light of the day fades
I’m left alone to fight this silver tongued enemy.
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Stay safe out there yall, my DMs are open if anyone needs anything.
Remember, it’s never worth it, no matter how tempting it may seem,
Question
How fucked up of a poem is too fucked up to post
signed up for an autistic child
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signed up for a kid. in any way, shape, or form of being, it's your child, and you signed up for it.
the victim in any of these fucking situations for gods sake
I don’t know how we’re letting trump get away with all this shit when I truly believe that if you threw a blanket over his head he would think it was nighttime and go to sleep like a bird
Is it bad that I don’t even give a shit about politics anymore
Like ok cool a new bad thing happened who’s surprised nobody great let’s move on
Nothing I can fucking do about it
I’m fucking exhausted