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I don't care if I'm pathetic. I've never wanted to live for the sake of myself. I hold strong ideals, but the idea that I should be my own #1, or that it should be my kids because they're somehow a continuation of me, makes me feel cold and ill.
Fuck your blogposts, and fuck your schizophrenia. I don't care about your irrelevant posts in response to this, they don't belong here. Take your meds and stop talking about shit we don't care about. Here's your (You), now fuck off.
I don't want to live for myself. It doesn't make me sad to think this way. It just seems self evident. I don't want to live for somebody that doesn't care about me, either, but that's something else in and of itself.
I'll be pathetic for a million lifetimes before I ever concede that a selfish life is a life worth living.
For me, it's time to akasupa my oshi. You can go ahead and spend your efforts and emotions on shallow, one-sided relationships if you want. But when you respond to this, projecting heavily about what you think I have with my oshi, posting obvious bait to try and deceive and dismiss genuine love because you don't have it on account of not committing yourself to a chuuba who commits to you in turn and instead relying on ephemeral relationships with the malformed souls in your life, all I know is just how fragile and fake all of the "love" you might have is, just how distant and indirect the relationships you have with the people around you are.
Basically, if you pretend that living for yourself is the only way to live, take your meds, schizos, and have sex, incels. Because I love my oshi. Go ahead and reply to this with your pasta. Meanwhile, I wrote every letter by hand and heart, because the love I feel is real.
And none of your blogposts will ever change this, and so I'm sorry to say to all of you and your retarded spiels that you'll shit out; don't care, didn't ask, I'm happy for you, or sorry it happened, but your opinion is invalid, thx.
