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No. 382178
>>382177
All that talk about birds and eggs and such makes me think of Utena, and goddammit, I need to watch the Utena movie again sometime soon.
But no, I get what you’re saying, and I really DESPERATELY wish I could ‘hatch’ — but, again, life circumstances make that exceptionally difficult, not the least of which is my self-confidence issues (which stem from spending most of my life being told, and believing, that I was and always would be a loser from pretty much everyone in my peer group throughout school; that shit tends to stick with you no matter what).
I don’t enjoy my life at the moment, but I don’t have a lot of the means (money, job, transportation, friends) that enable a better social life, and considering the other circumstances of my life (such as living with my mom and her husband instead of on my own), I won’t have those means any time soon.
I don’t want to be seen as bitching and complaining and trying to do nothing. Hell, all the shit I’ve done over the past month when it comes to TRYING to write and pixel art and whatever has been an attempt to CHANGE my mindset and create a better, more proactive version of myself. Every once in a while, I get down on myself, but it’s not as if I get this way every other day or hour or minute. I HAVE been trying to stop surfing the Internet all day and get a little more exercise and create more shit, but NOBODY is perfect and everyone falls into a slump every now and then. That's all this is to me, at the moment: a minor slump that I hope to slip out of before too much longer.
Please trust me when I say that I have, with as much effort as I can, actively tried to change myself in SOME WAY over the past month, even if it’s not the change you might think I need or want (e.g. socialization). I may not have tried as hard as I possibly could, but as the saying on my desktop wallpaper says, ‘Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.’
I feel as if I HAVE made at least some progress towards changing my life over the past three weeks, and I don’t want you or anyone else thinking that I’m about to fall back into my old pity-party ‘waaaaaah woe is me’ bullshittery.
I don’t want that, and you don’t want that.
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