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Omfg I got an 80 on a test and it didn’t even affect my grade that much, I still have an A, but I still lowkey hate myself for it

Where’s the off switch? I’d like this to stop please

“fuck you, my child is completely fine”

the taylor swift songs your child relates to most are mirrorball and this is me trying

Gifted burnout and perfectionism

At first, I couldn’t relate to all the other people with gifted burnout when they talked about perfectionism. My academic perfectionism had died already...but then I started working and good freaking grief. It happened. I made my first mistake on the first day and almost cried. It was something so small that I couldn’t have known better because I’d never worked retail, but it messed me up. Then, I made  more mistakes and felt even worse. I might quit soon

No one suffers more than girls who are a bit like their fathers.

no one suffers more than girls who are a bit like their fathers

I love it when my therapist tells me that everyone has imperfections , like ik and they should be perfect too. Like what? You don't get an excuse lil bro 😒

I wanna be perfect I wanna be pure I wanna be loved I wanna be wanted I wanna be desired

group projects

ok so is it just me or in group projects you divide all the work with other people and then they start doing the work but they’re doing it in a way that just doesn’t look right to you so after they finish you go back into the assignment at night and edit everything to a format you like and replace all of their information with your information cause it’s just better like that

what motivates me to succeed?

my acute fear of failure, haha thanks for asking *awkward finger guns*

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Is anyone else so angry at themself for all the time you've wasted not being yourself? I'm looking back to my days of perfectionism and academic validation, and I'm so pissed that I let myself go so low to just feel important. I've always been important. And it sucks that I took so long to figure it out.

Is anyone else so angry at themself for all the time you've wasted not being yourself? I'm looking back to my days of perfectionism and academic validation, and I'm so pissed that I let myself go so low to just feel important. I've always been important. And it sucks that I took so long to figure it out.

I love roger, however, If he talked to me like that, I would cry. And possibly never talk again..

Also…

“You are cheating, you are fucking cheating you wall builders”

Here, have almost 3 minutes of Roger Waters bitching during the Wall live rehearsals

"Ambition too high for a body so small" - saturnfairycat 2024

"I am a stained glass window in a place with no light." - saturnfairycat 2024

The Orchestra

Archive #4 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's note: Welcome back to another depressive episod-

The Orchestra

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Crushing.

I feel sick to my gut retching in disgust.

I hear the orchestra haunting me in the forgotten corridor passages in my ears,

Daunting me.

I feel faint from exhaustion.

Am I truly in the works with the devil? Blessed to be cursed upon arrival when I finally realise my true nature?

My fingertips are still cold from gliding across the icy surface of your deadbeat heart.

Are your walls strong enough to withstand my pride?

Did you love me because it was me? Or did you love me because it was your first experience of love?

Droplets of sin kiss my dull skin like an after shower of rain as a cauldron of emotions floods my walls and pushes against me in ripple tides.

For shame has bewitched me.

It's hard to breathe;

Hard to stay awake.

Will the cello ever outshine the violin?

Breaking their backs just to be working behind the scenes,

Whose sole purpose is to make the other shine.

The moon and cello;

The violin and the sun.

I'm chained;

I repeat my mistakes to the point my hands are tied.

The escape is merely pleasant for the short term investment of loss.

What is there to guarantee if not tarnishment— 

Your blood stains my silverware, your flesh between my teeth.

You can wash away your thoughts but mine linger like the smell of rot.

Your walls hindered the sound of the conductor's strained sigh,

His graceful arms swayed to the point of silence, reminiscing about his first love.

His torment fixated on me as a warning.

The orchestra—

A sickly sweet melody turned bitter as it sounded like a death march.

Their fight to be heard makes me shudder as I chew on my regret.

Does the conductor ever lose focus on all who plays? 

Some are cast out to sea as others are broken down into pieces to be moulded into framework. 

Paintings are a sheer will of power that articulates format.

Control? 

Not yours.

You may be a canvas with brushed out colours, but you are not art as that truly has meaning.

Meaning— comes from your heart alone.

Something that you do not wish to seek without a second opinion.

Drowning sounds more appealing than being left alone on driftwood.

The seemingly endless waves of potential frightens the fallen angel that has clipped wings. 

Never meant for the sea:

Never had the chance to fly.

Just…

Floating.

Drowning sounds more comforting.

But why do I still hear the orchestra? Even as I sink down... down... 

Down.... 

Down.....

How ironic that hell is supposedly down to the core of the earth,

How the warmth of the centre is seen as evil.

Such lies— for which I only feel the cold.

The tight feeling of goosebumps chokes my soul as my body gives in, 

For what it feels like I am reaching the bottom of the cauldron.

Sinking.... Dragged down further than I can register in my delusional head...

…

…

….

The sweet cries of the violin are muffled down here.

I can hear the cello–

Oh,

The moon…

It shines down here.

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