Mood has been all over the place and head has been lying to me again.
Same stuff as before. Saying shit like: Your friends don’t like you any more, just die, you are useless, you don’t even like you… etc.
The last one is true but whatever. I think the rest is junk but it’s still there and I ended up just venting in rage at myself till I was calm enough to trust myself to move again and started looking up cute plushies to distract myself.

These are the cutest ones so far.
I’d look up my OTP but there is no point really since I’ve seen all the pics the net has to offer really some time ago.
I hate being trapped on this stupid “Woe is me!” mindset but I can’t seem to shake it. I can only distract myself with frivolous things and just say I’m okay when really I know I’m not but I’ll lie if that keeps me from having to discuss it with others.
It’s just annoying that I can distract myself for some time but the stupidest thought can drudge up everything and I have to tell myself it’s dumb and shove it back down again. And the one thing that seems to do it is seeing people with their odd little ships getting updates all over the place while the one I can’t help but love is dead. No one seems to like it, I’ve gotten hate on it before, and I just get jealous over seeing post after post saying they only ship Marik with Ryou because only he can like someone like that- and maybe it’s just making me get stupid because I love Mariku in this weird way that I… I always wanted to be him.
But Terra, he’s a murderer!
He killed his dad, yeah, big whop. I planned to do in my old man when I was little too. That thing happens when you get your ass handed to you all the time.
But Marik hardly fears anything. He is strong, self reliant, optimistic, and glorious in all the ways I crave to be.
But I’m not Marik. I accept that. But I can not accept that everyone and their grandma seems to talk trash about the character I idolize. They they see the man I want to be like as lower then dirt and worthy of death. Maybe that is why I fall apart when I see it. Maybe this is why I issues I can’t let go of. Maybe I’m putting too much thought into the wrong place.
I don’t care. I loath myself. There are tiny little things I like but they are so pathetically small that it doesn’t matter.
TL;DR
My sanity feels like it’s in pieces again…
Also
I love being a Psychoshipper, but by god, I am the loneliest shipper.





