she's texting me as she walks to work, already late, trying to gaslight me saying she's always on time. delusional.
clamo
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- here lies the identity of psychotic artist formerly known as clamo. rip to an identity we have sculpted for 7 years. we are sorry to those who loved them, but they must retreat for our safety after our stalkers' activities escalated to attempts physical harm even now from thousands of miles away. please love and cherish your memories with them. it was good while lasted
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she makes me sick to my stomach how stressed she makes me
WHY DOES MY GF ALWAYS DISMISS MY CONCERNS ABT BEING L8 4 WORK? IM LITRLY ALWAYS RIGHT ABT TIMING & SHE HAS BEEN WRITTEN UP B4
lab rat lmao
heavy and supine, locked in place by stress and insecurity. i feel illness down in my core.
there is someone LITERALLY smoking crack in front of the apartment building door i fucking HATE seattle
sorry to impose but please anyone who sees this to pray for me and my disability case... 9 years overdue, 4 years of paperwork and pain...
i dont matter. my feelings dont matter. my pain doesnt matter. my joy doesnt matter. my energy doesnt matter. my life does not matter
why bother asserting im trans i will always be a woman to the world no matter how hard i fight no matter how bad it makes me want to die
everything has always been and will always be terrible
after last weeks disastrous "interview" (or, rather, public humiliation session) ive lost all faith in trying to get a "normal" "job" again
i wish i had my pc again ive been wanting to stream for ages and i have so many concrete and vague ideas and i think id actually be good tbh
i despise this city
every single one of my attempts to engage with the world is met with ridicule and abuse and exploitation.
if i don't win my disability case i'll literally have no choice but suicide. i have exhausted every single one of my options
the sun hasn't set and there have been two different but regular drunk/cracked freaks howling in the alley today and the sun sets at 4:30p
i have to stop opening twitter it literally sours my mood more and more each time and i feel like an idiot for being so sensitive
ofc i know it's not personal but jesus christ my self esteem and confidence as an artist were already suffering pretty bad
new year going great i cant get along w my partner and now my favorite artist i was proud to be moots with unfollowed me on twitter :)
i want to stop making her life worse but im too fucking stupid and volatile