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Everything in the Wired feels like memories... slowly blurring. Who are we, really?

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@PrinceDraconis12 Thank you for your words about me. I've been through a lot and in every post here I'm referring to a specific feeling inside of me. I'm expressing my feelings here because I like the idea that I don't know anyone. It is more connected to my feelings than to the people who caused me these feelings. Friends...you could say they're just exploiting my talents. I am not saying this out of arrogance. Every time I get sick or disappear, I find no one who cares about my presence, and if they need something from me, I find them in front of me and they flood the phone with messages. I'm somewhere else. I am a successful person in my field and I even won some international awards, but all of this is useless because I was not able to share my successes and joy in them with anyone. As for my family, they are a big reason for what I suffer. Despite that, I feel fine. I do not harbor any ill will towards them. I just want to leave this heavenly environment and this devastated country and live in a peaceful place alone. Unfortunately, I am a person who conceals my feelings and is introverted in my life except when it comes to work. I can pretend that I am a good socialite only to win projects and expand the scope of my work (I love my work, as it makes me feel like a creative person). But I also hope to learn to reveal and talk to people. Outside of the laboratory, I cannot look into people’s eyes for 5 seconds so I don’t know why. I just hide all my feelings and feelings and remain isolated so that I don’t explode in someone’s face one day. This is the meaning of white noise as well Thank you. I have always solved things on my own despite all the pain, repression and heaviness, so I will take things slowly like you told me. Thank you

You want compromise, how's this? Twenty years in this world. I wanted to stave off boredom, but i compromised. I found the wired instead. I wanted to watch something new, but i compromised. I ended up loving Lain. You see where I'm goin?

TL;DR : its not over, you got potential 👍

Absolutely no one is perfect, everyone has sins they hide, so why are you judging yourself so harshly? Every addiction can be broken, just as every sin can be forgiven, and you have GREAT potential to change, most people don't even realize they need to. No one should expect anyone to be perfect, and if they do, they're definitely worse than you because of their pride. If you can ask for forgiveness do it, and if they don't forgive you, forgive yourself. If you can't ask for forgiveness, forgive yourself. You can be an amazing person, turn your life around and do something great with it. If you want to change, repent, forgive yourself and move on. Easier said than done, but dwelling in your sins will be way worse, and a book cannot close with a pen still inside it. God bless you, and don't do anything harsh, there's always someone that loves you out there, even if you believe otherwise.

This addiction is consuming me, i wish the things i saw and did as a child never happened, maybe then i wouldnt be who i am, though that doesnt justify it. The suns rising and i cant sleep. I think of everything thats happened and will happen and about how i hate every single thing about myself. shouldve been me back then, not them. they didnt deserve it, yet im the one thats fine. and now im forced to keep moving forwards and ruin further

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