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8 months ago
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I found the create journal button!!!
I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!!!!! ! !! ! ! ! ! !!!!
You see, I want to be more social! I want to have connections with people that like the things I like. People that I encourage, and people to encourage me!
I WANT TO BE BOLD ENOUGH TO POST THINGS THAT I MAKE! I want to be bold enough to send an online person, any of them really, a message; literally just one; or a comment on their post!
However, even now, when the "me who can" is out and acting on these desires for the first time in many months, whenever I do any of the previously stated things, I get these vague mental feeling akin to fishhooks in my skin. An anxiety of sheer desperation! Desperation that I'm not too much of a shut-in to be understood or appreciated, but also a desperation that I'll hear a voice, any voice when I throw my halemarries into unknown territory of the internet; unknown territory that I should know, should've known, but somehow do not.
I need fire. I NEED FIRE! The fire is you, dear reader. When you speak to me, it sets me on fire, and it hurts. But, BUT!!! When this fire burns, my fear burns along with it. So DO IT! Talk to me! BURN ME!
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Honestly, though, once I get going I do feel quite alright! I'm just stuck in a one-way cage. Only the outside can open the bars. I understand those who walk by, after all I'm underground, how could they know...
But I've been scraping my claws against the metal for most of my life. I've made a lot of progress, not that you can see, but my poor paws must look dreadfully damaged at this point.
So, dear reader, it would appear a tiny hole has opened in the ground, and my hope is that my the faint sound of my voice will be heard by someone, over the thundering footsteps of the everyday wanderings of those on the road above me.
You don't have to dig me up and open the cage, I'm the only one obligated to do that. But... If you could just- Bring your beautiful voice to that opening, before the footsteps and rain close it up again, and give even the smallest of hellos. Well... It would be well appreciated..!
If you do, I can't wait to finally see you once I've clawed my way to the surface. Those above may not understand the gibberish I say, or notice me among the masses, but I'll just be happy to be there.
With love,
Sunset F.
I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!!!!! ! !! ! ! ! ! !!!!
You see, I want to be more social! I want to have connections with people that like the things I like. People that I encourage, and people to encourage me!
I WANT TO BE BOLD ENOUGH TO POST THINGS THAT I MAKE! I want to be bold enough to send an online person, any of them really, a message; literally just one; or a comment on their post!
However, even now, when the "me who can" is out and acting on these desires for the first time in many months, whenever I do any of the previously stated things, I get these vague mental feeling akin to fishhooks in my skin. An anxiety of sheer desperation! Desperation that I'm not too much of a shut-in to be understood or appreciated, but also a desperation that I'll hear a voice, any voice when I throw my halemarries into unknown territory of the internet; unknown territory that I should know, should've known, but somehow do not.
I need fire. I NEED FIRE! The fire is you, dear reader. When you speak to me, it sets me on fire, and it hurts. But, BUT!!! When this fire burns, my fear burns along with it. So DO IT! Talk to me! BURN ME!
...
...
...
Honestly, though, once I get going I do feel quite alright! I'm just stuck in a one-way cage. Only the outside can open the bars. I understand those who walk by, after all I'm underground, how could they know...
But I've been scraping my claws against the metal for most of my life. I've made a lot of progress, not that you can see, but my poor paws must look dreadfully damaged at this point.
So, dear reader, it would appear a tiny hole has opened in the ground, and my hope is that my the faint sound of my voice will be heard by someone, over the thundering footsteps of the everyday wanderings of those on the road above me.
You don't have to dig me up and open the cage, I'm the only one obligated to do that. But... If you could just- Bring your beautiful voice to that opening, before the footsteps and rain close it up again, and give even the smallest of hellos. Well... It would be well appreciated..!
If you do, I can't wait to finally see you once I've clawed my way to the surface. Those above may not understand the gibberish I say, or notice me among the masses, but I'll just be happy to be there.
With love,
Sunset F.
Sunset_F
~sunsetf
OP
That's it for this bout. I made 1 comment, and one note here, 2 posts and 1 comment on Bluesky. Assuming sleep will seal me back underground, I'll see you in the next while. If I fall on deaf ears, so long, for now, and don't worry. If there's one thing I know how to do, it's how to never give up. I'll be fine, I always am.
Sunset_F
~sunsetf
OP
Besides, I have the voices in my head to keep me company! :D
