Treemans

It's a long rip and a slow tear.

There are very few things I remember, and many things i know.

There is no forgiveness nor vengeance in my heart; they do as they do, and did as they did. I only seek proper rest.

Excuse me i seem to have lost my mind have you seen it

Anyone else get the vibes that lunacid actively calls for fan projects and art in its endings and lore?

How do i get my hands to move? To create, to begin... They just won't. They refuse. And any mistakes, my mind screams at unendingly. Nothing moves right. Nothing reacts correctly.

Rip my heart out and hope to plant it like a seed

It seems everyone i really want to connect to either runs away or really wants to use me. I know its not necesarrily bad to be used; to be part of someone's goal is somehow noble, in a way. But damn, can they maybe stick around for a bit after?

Carve my stomach open Allow me to burst from my chest Change is desired but never welcomed My heart is carved with fear What it wants is never near A release like never before Please please remove this floor My rest is not complete I am always beat

Job simulator game but the rate of incoming work increases until you are physically buried in it

I had dreams once. I don't want to sleep anymore.

I could lose my current life to my autism. I want to scream.

I'm beginning to understand why ancient doctors thought bloodletting was a good idea. Sure does feel like pressure building in my head right now.

Panic attacks are funny Like Goddamn heart, didn't you know we don't have a natural predator?

Allow me to scream for one moment W̵̢̢̠͈̙͎̼̲̯̱̐͒̅̔́͊̀͆̄͑̽͊͘͜͝ẖ̸̨̘͔̺̯̳̝̥͙̻̺̙̖̜̓̽̆̃̂͊y̷̧̫͙̜̯̦̝̥̗͇̫͙͂́̾́̈́̇̕͠ͅ ̴͎̩̗̱̤̗̹̦́a̵͉̙͓̬̭̗̜͚̽͛̇͌̊̓̔̔̿̌̃́͛̚̚m̶̨̡̨͇̲̝̤̱̬͖̝̥̪͘͜͜ ̷͓̇͑̍̊̓̏̓͠ỉ̶̼͙̦̼̻̗͗̃͛̓͌̌͂̎͌̎́͛̚͝ ̴̡̢̥̥̻͔̙̰̟̼̥̅́̇̏͆̋͑̄̎͘͜ͅś̶̢̧͕̺̑͒u̸͈̖͑̍͋̿͆͆̾̿̀͝͝͝c̵̡̣̣͍̦̞͇̤̞̼̹̗̦̫̅͒͗̈̐̐̉͝ḥ̷̨͇͔̥͓̼͎̠̝͕̽̽͛ ̶̖̈̾͛̉̉̿͠a̶̬̭̲̣͈̬̩͒̐͠ ̴̛̘͓̈́͗̇̾̄̑̓̀͠ļ̵̡̻̻̘͓̥͔̪̹̽ọ̶͕̭̻̳̦̊̃̐̈́͝ś̶̡̨̺̫͕̪̮͔̱͓̓͒e̷̺͔͚͉͈̻̽͘r̶̨̯̼̩̘̙̙̥̗̭̠͖͇̂̔̿̈́̋̈́̐́̏̄̈́͛̽̚͜ ̴̗͉́͊̋̈́̂̿̓͌ģ̷̻͙͉̖͈̏̋̋̎ó̷̝̙͍͂d̴̡̥̩̹̝̪̤͓͂͒̎̇̂̂́̊̓͝ḑ̴̥͓̼̻̮̩͎̻̜̤͇̫͌͐͒̔́̓̄͜â̷̖͚̞͓̪̊̒̎̒̈̽m̴̝̬͚̮̌̆͊͑́n̶̥̲̜͔̭̤̱͙͈̂̌̏̐͂̇͋͐̈́̈́̚͜͝ͅi̵͈̥͉͕̩͎͗t̷̨͈͚̮͂̒͗̕ Thank you

The u.s. Is third world pretending to be first by sheer size

Sometimes, I'm sorry that I exist. I'm sorry that i can be scary. I'm sorry that i always mess up. I'm sorry that I'm around. I'm sorry that I don't understand correctly. Nobody has to forgive me. I really want to be the best for every individual, all at the same time. I'm so tired. I'm a mistake.

If a tree screams in the woods and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Listening to the world around me I can hear myself scream And so many others Though if I stop and breath The screaming quiets down And i realise all these borders and fences Are just scared little children With sad little faces

I'm tired and i still have to swim

Mad scientist who grafts their pets to themself to keep the pets alive

Mad scientist but its actually just a scientist who is angry

The bile rises up in my throat, screaming at me to exist and do something. My legs and body refuse to move, a silent thing prepared to let me soak in a horrid mess until the threat is real. My mind screams in fear and anger, confused and deranged. None of it knows who it is.

I once spoke with a therapist about my anger and fear towards people who threaten violence online. They told me it was likely that these were just words, nothing would come of it. Now people are killing others on the streets over words. Worthless, nearly meaningless words. Who are we talking to?

Im beginning to think a majority of philosophy is a debate about what words mean, and not what meaning is.

Everything is a marshmellow

Any cute people here?

Im so damn tired

So if i set up an actual streaming schedule, anyone think itd work? Am i funny and fun to watch?

Anyone interested in hiding from the past under the shade of a tree? (Not me. Im stealing a different tree's shade. Which is to say i am also under the tree. That is hiding me. Im a shade thief.)

Over and over i fuck myself over and over and over ill do it again~

my cats ate my hands. help.

People say there is more than one way to skin a cat... But what's the easiest way?

One fish Two fish I'm a Blue... Fish? Blub blub

If you look into the sky and see a big old pizza pie Thats concerning