if you ever doubt your writing, be it your themes, or the reason behind it, remember that h.g wells wrote war of the worlds both as a commentary on colonialism and the horrors it brings, and because he fucking hated his neighbours and his 13 hour job, and wanted to write about the town in which he lived getting blasted to the fucking ground by lasers into an irreparable heap and all of the townspeople dying painfullyÂ
you, too, can channel your hatred for that guy that lives down the hall and blasts music at 4am into the one of the most influential science fiction stories ever written! fuck it! i believe in you!! Â
I applied my limited knowledge of âyanderesâ on this. I donât really like the âjealousyâ aspect of it, so I went for the whole âI would kill for you, broâ thing.
âBut you know, Iâve learned something today. You see, the basis of all reasoning is the mindâs awareness of itself. What we think, the external objects we perceive, are all like actors that come on and off stage. But our consciousness, the stage itself, is always present to us.
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You donât know what itâs like to leave the house with a package of pills that you made yourself believe will help reduce your nausea and your attack. You take them but they never ever help. It gets bad every single time again.
You donât know what itâs like to tell yourself every single time that you will try to go outside again and that you will get over your fear just to cause another scene, another anxiety attack, another embarrassment. Â Every single morning itâs like youâre signing up just so you can disappoint yourself and its exhausting.
You donât know what itâs like to automatically say âno thanksâ to someone who offers you to go do something fun together because the thought of sitting in the car with them and having to embarrass yourself drives you fucking nuts.
You just donât understand what itâs like to miss out on every trip. To have to lie to people and tell them you donât like theme parks, that you donât like concerts, or shopping.. Just because youâre too fucking scared to tell them you are scared of the ride there, the people and the attack that will come.
You just donât understand what itâs like to grow anti-social because you can never keep your promises. To feel confident about a situation and to tell someone that youâre coming with them, but then moments before an attack strikes again and you cancel your plans. That may not seem troublesome to you but trust me after about 10 times people will stop asking you and youâll end up being alone.
You just do not understand what itâs like to be unable to enter a building without feeling obligated to check for all the possible ways out. To sit in a classroom and curse yourself until you run out crying leaving your teacher and classmates laughing.
You donât understand that this phobia is keeping me chained. And that no matter how many therapy sessions I get, it will be with me forever.
This is not depression speaking, no. This ismy reality.
I will wake up every single morning for the rest of my life having to worry about going to unfamiliar places and it is wearing me out.Â
Dragon Ball Super episode 121: âAll-Out War! The Ultimate Quadruple Merge vs Universe 7âs Full Scale Attack!!â â Aniraza tries to swallow Android 18, and Goku saves her. Also a little brotherly love/concern from 17.đ
đ„ There is beauty in destructionđ„ 