17.12.25

Revenge times Ten

What goes around, should come around, but sometimes, "Karma" seems more like an unjust judge. The feeling of being wronged by someone, and no consequences coming back to them. They take away your power, and you end up looking like the bitch, while they're probably off spending their lottery winnings in another country. 
What if there is no such thing as karma? The only reason I believe there are other planets out there is simply that that's what I have been told. 
To keep a journal, backtracking it and following up with every cunt that wronged me.  Consequence is something they teach us to be afraid of, but what if consequence is just guilt, and the weight of our morals being broken? I can't stand seeing an animal in pain, but I wish ill on my fellow man.
I feel any pain that happens to me, so my life belongs to me. 

God has no resolve; no karma attaches itself to Him. Ramana Maharshi


 

17.11.25

Living in fear, hate and invalidation

Misophonia combines the phobia, with dynamics. Once one suffering with the illness reacts to it, or people, it starts a rebound effect, with endless self projection that can feel like hell on earth. In suburban life, dealing with a condition like this can be unbearable. 

A car on idle for twenty extruciating minutes. A gate slamming closed. The constant anticipation that you will be a slave to others once again, until you have no choice but to succumb is like living on the edge of a cliff, trying to keep your balance so you don't fall to your death.

One evil stare from a stranger dictates your entire day. I hate people because they are stronger, louder and more enabled than me, so that if it's up for debate, they will win the debate.

You realise, that human beings are inherently evil, and an enemy. 

I hate that everyone around me has that power over me, whenever they like, however they like. They know that you'll react, so they make more noise. You feel like you're walking on eggshells every time you leave the house, because of the dread that can come upon you if the succumbing becomes to much, and you blow up and react.
One reaction is all it takes, and they will make you suffer. This is also true in nature, and society itself. 

One word comes to mind when I think of people. Cunt

30.8.25

Reality

I have been diagnosed with chronic schizophrenia with social anxious dependence disorder. Life with permanent cannabis induced psychosis can be extremely challenging for me.
One of my early psychotic symptoms was actually induced by an old manga cartoon. I would smoke my marijuana and watch it over, and over in my psychotic state 



I couldn't interact with anyone. Words had 'double meanings', or alternate meanings. I would run out of the house and hide down the road whenever my mother and her partner would come around out of panic.
The language complex had a rebound effect on my mother's partner at the time, he would understand "come" or "come here", as "cum", as in "cum here."

As a misophonia sufferer, other's noise sends shockwaves of anxious panic through my entire body, but I feel it mostly in my throat, like my throat is sinking because of the feeling of dread. 

This is one of many accompanying psychotic conditions.

I saw a girl and looked her in the eyes. Her appearance was like cracks in a muddy dried up desert. This is hell on earth.

10.8.25

My constant companion

I live in a self fulfilling prophecy where karma works against me. Every interaction I have is a bad experience. I'm completely isolated because of my allergy to everyone that exists
I fail at everything I attempt. Life is a "cunt"

I use the word "cunt" but there's no word in known language that fits it. It is as evil as evil can get. This is hell on earth.

I'm in a constant state of dread because of the fear and hate I have for what I have to live with. I am invalidated by everyone. I'm in a constant state of disempowerment.

I can't kill myself because the psychosis is too extreme. The only possible escape is death. Even then, I believe the powers to be will still torture me, and when it stops it is gathering it's strength so it can wipe me out in my process of dying, the kind of hell no creation would ever deserve, but that is what's in store for me.