u/Odd_Replacement_5802

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They got me In that I need sex Even though I don't like it with him They got me In that I can't have sex Even though I want to so bad They got me In that I feel corrupted inside They got me In that I hate myself They got me In that they made me leave They got me In that I remained isolated They got me In that I get so anxious he doesn't want me They got me In that I am so scared she'll leave They got me In that I can't talk They got me In that they got me barking They got me In that it's hard to be near her They got me In that I don't want to think about it They got me In that we talk it through They got me In that in that moment it's true They got me In that I desperately miss them They got me Into thinking that's cheating They got me Cause the only reason I'm hesitating is the terrorizing fear they won't let me leave They got me In that she is always here They got me In that I cleaned the kitchen They got me In that she's at peace They got me Cause she actually prefers this They got me In that no revenge cause watching us love eachother is enough They got me In that even though I'm scared they'll leave I know we'll always find a way to eachother They got me In that we perfectly balance eachother out They got me In that he loves me being needy but not insecure They got me In that he's a Dom who would never harm me They got me In that he's emotionally submissive and gets hard when I tell him what to do They got me In that I'd never boss him around like I do you They got me In that he gives me the bigger bed They got me In that she gives me energy to do anything and everything They got me In that without you we are perfect They got me In that conflict is not absent, just resolved They got me In that there is no violence They got me In that I come and go as I please They got me In that he lets me do what I want even if he's jealous They got me In that she's the first person to be jealous over me and it drives me crazy in the best way They got me In that she loves me more than any of you ever could They got me In that now I know for sure They got me In that he tells me it's okay to feel that way, it won't make him think I haven't healed because I have They got me In that I don't hate myself anymore They got me In that I have a home They got me In that they would never have given me any of this They got me In that staying low took me to the top They got me In that they don't realize how ironic that is They got me In that they never knew what I was doing They got me In that they never knew They got me In that we'd leave only to come back stronger They got me Cause she could do anything and I'd still know she loves me and only me They got me Cause they can make her as insecure as possible and she'd still follow me to the ends of the earth because I'm her safe place They got me In that she makes me feel daddy They got me In that I don't feel emasculated when I want to be taken care of and call her mommy They got me In that she finds my constant tears beautiful and sad like a painting They got me In that she finds this depressed aesthetic sexy They got me In that it's hard to think of her with other guys They got me In that I never yearned like this before They got me In that I'd always think about talking to her, whenever I don't know how to deal with my feelings They got me In that she even makes me financially richer so take that all u mfkrs

Don't fall for a writer.

You'll risk becoming their

favorite character.

A good one can make

falling feel perfect.

A great one will make the

fall inevitable.

Don't fall for a writer.

Especially not

a great one unless you

love how they write you.

Because you never

escape a writers world.

You better hope you like it.

I don’t know if anyone will actually resonate with this, but it’s past midnight and I need to get these thoughts out of my head and into the ether before I can sleep.

When you zoom out and look at human history, the script never actually changes. It’s always just a tiny handful of people sitting at the top of the hierarchy, deciding which direction humanity will move, while the remaining 99% sweat, panic, and work just to survive inside the system they built.

Think about it:

• The Agricultural Revolution: A few people decided domestication was a great idea. Suddenly, hunter-gatherers became laborers building towns, cities, and dynasties.
• The Industrial Era: The elites built factories, and the 99% shifted from fields to assembly lines to keep the top families in power.
• The AI Revolution: Right now, a few tech founders decided AI is the future. Chaos is unleashed. The 99% are panicking, upskilling, and fighting for their lives to find a place in this new world order.

No matter who wins the tech race, the ultimate beneficiaries will always be that top 1% as the money and power naturally flow upward. And this isn't the finish line. Tomorrow, or in the next generation, a new disruptive tech will emerge, a new set of elites will grab the wheel, and the 99% will have to lace up their boots for the next battle.

Are we winning? Are we controlling our own lives?

Individually, you might say yes. But societally? We are completely disposable entities. To the top 1%, the world is a video game, and we are just the characters running the map.

But why do we willingly play along? Because they built the perfect motivation: materialism. They hooked us on luxuries, desires, convenience, and entertainment. And how do we get these things? We chase money exactly like video game characters chasing gold coins. In a nutshell, the elites need us to keep building their world, so they throw us cash like throwing a bone to a dog. “Look, there’s your reward. Go fetch.”

We look at a world economy crossing trillions of dollars and we celebrate. “Wow, look at us making progress! Yay!!” But we are living in a massive bubble. Step outside of it, and none of this matters.

Let’s go a level higher. Who said the world is supposed to function this way? There is no cosmic rulebook. There is no script. What actually dictates the "purpose of life," or do we even have one?

If you go into the jungle and ask a lion what its purpose is, it’ll eat you without a second thought. A lion hunts, eats, sleeps, and repeats that loop until it dies. Its purpose? Absolutely nothing. The same goes for the entire animal kingdom. Look at plants—they don't even move!

Just because we developed the cognitive capacity to think, why do we assume we have some grand purpose? In the grand scheme of things, we are just the byproduct of an uncontrolled, random simulation that biologists call evolution. We are below nothing, and we are above nothing.

People want to conquer the world, build the tallest skyscrapers, climb Everest, or save millions. But the greatest things we build are only "great" inside our tiny, fragile human bubble. The universe doesn't give a shit. We are one random meteor hit away from vanishing forever. The entire planet we live on is just a speck of dust floating in an infinite void. Alexander won half the world but could not defeat death. Coz he won in his game however universe does not care and have no idea about our game. it has its own rules.

When you really stare at the scale of reality, human "purpose" makes no sense at all.

Anyway... it’s 1:00 AM and I desperately need to get some sleep. Pausing here for now. will Continue

I think there are different forms of copying. Some people steal your identity. They study you, and manage to mimic your behaviour in different and unstable settings purposefully so that whenever you meet someone who has crossed him before, they will associate you with them and immediately refuse to get near you. Other people mimic you to celebrate your personality. Some people do it by copying what you do, the activities you are in and everything. I think everyone takes things from others to help shape their own identity. Some people create fake identities based on yours so that if people copy you they are copying someone else and you stay safe. Sometimes they do it because they want to express a reality, a reality that everyone like that who pretends not to care is really the creator of it all. Sometimes they do it to protect other people. Sometimes they just want to represent a certain kind of people. The kind of person they think would make something like that. The kind of person who generally stays anonymous, and would never admit to being like they are, but it's because deep down they are more than anyone

Bestie: guess what he said next Bestie: if you dont get on your knees I'll make u Bestie: kill that mfkr

Two scenarios: One: bestie is there to reassure bestie everytime she gets insecure Two: to plot his downfall

But I depend on you When you're here I wanna work When you're not I dont

My mom and dad We do not need to spend too much time together. There is not so much time spent on tearful remorses, arguments and therapy. We reunite after time and there is no anxiety, or hesitation. There is simply the present and the future. My mom comes to me and tells me everything I need to do on a practical level, all the while flying high in a fantasy world that she is convinced exists in her mind. She does not care if it is real, she loves to dream it up. Not for any reason, just to write. My mom calls me every day, checks up on me. Every time I have a problem she is always on my side. She says "do not worry, beautiful boy, you did nothing wrong." Maybe I am a bit spoiled. My dad and I don't talk for months at a time. But there is no resentment. We are working on the same things, And like me he gets completely absorbed by his projects, forgetting everything. We are not together all the time, we do not even communicate. But when I am with them I feel no anxiety to get to know a new person. Just moving onward. We're here now. Let's look forward, into the future. That's what they do. We are always working together. My mom and dad hold me on the shelf as a prize, as a statue that they have curated. My mom and dad push me in the best ways. They are tough, they will be tough, but they will always take care of me. They listen when I am sad. They take time off if I need it. They tell me to rest if I want to. They tell me to work if I want to. They help me be economically independent, at the same time seeing no problem in lending a hand to help me get there. They are two crazy souls, dreaming of worlds that ecompasse the whole universe. They change the world, yet remain completely anonymous. I am still not sure how many functions or books were created by them. My dad works all day, yet he sits on the sofa at the end of the day completely relaxed. He listens to me talk about problems with ties and friends, and helps me in a chill way, just listening, like a best friend. He knows everyone I know, anticipating where I will go and getting ther erirst so that everything is perfect. Me and my parents are not always together but they leave me signs everywhere. I walk down the street and I am safe because of whatever it is they did to protect me. My parents love the person I love.