Where the F are serious mental health conditions? When your appearance seems intact from the outside, but inside your reality slowly yet steadily derodes, and there’s no way to help it. Going insane. That’s for me the last one. Prefer physical pain over losing touch with reality.

And I for a split second thought to myself we were in nsfw territory here lol

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Especially if he follows through. That’s everything but passive 😬

Neo

and he can call sue

Look up WebRTC

Just carry your own landline with you at that point then

Okay, another option; unplug the power chord

What level are you at, if I may ask?

Meaning is principically found in relativity to something else. In a database, items only have a meaning because they’ve got a connection and relation. Your shoes have meaning because their purpose is to be worn, so your feet are protected. Relational beings’ purpose, our purpose, is to live in relationship - with which I’m trying to say, our meaning can only be found in relationship.

Wether those relationship are pleasant, gratifying and uplifting or discouraging, debilitating and grueling depends on the habits, choices and abilities of how we interact with each other

So, by just existing there’s inherent meaning (and value, purpose) included in us already

Can’t ask the dead … the unborn this

What’s … what’s the alternative?

It exists

It’s called fantasy

Black Mirror

They don’t know about class0 sms

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No, because, obviously I made it, everyone’s believing the story that I built by faking, except myself. I never allowed my true self to be seen

Edit: I’m arguing here, because I need to understand that I made it, I need to speak it, voice it and dare to let my true self be seen since I obviously made it. Get it? If I never hear that I made it, I’ll doubt forever that I made it

I have a job, but who talks to a depressed looking person? And when I’m using my fake happy-mask, there’s not much real connection going to be be built.

Worse with forcing myself to be in a place where I don’t even have a purpose that I can focus on to distract myself from my despair (and shame).

Thankyou for the response.