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<blockquote data-quote="cosmicx16" data-source="post: 85558" data-attributes="member: 292">After hiding away for so long, and spending time warming up to the feeling by living in bugland, I thought I could toughen myself up to function like how I did before the last year, before when I was still under the impression that I was human, that other people perceived me as human. It doesn’t work, nothing changes, as soon as I take a single step out of that door, as soon as I can perceive others and how they differ from me in every single way, how thousands upon thousands of processes are taking my disgusting existence in as stimuli, it gets too much, I could barely manage to walk on a sidewalk without keeping my eyes looking at the other side of the road and my hand raised to my face as if to scratch it, to at least obscure my featuresThere is no statement or change in reality that could fix this, I will be mentally raped by the probability that a single human being might have caught a glimpse of my face at any instant in time, and I will stay raped forever. It’s over, I don’t know how I will live, how I will deal with my faggot parents once they slowly accept that their son cannot function like a naturally healthy mammalian, my needs are now limited to survival within only the most cruel, artificial haven of a home. Four walls and a window to keep me from all of them.No, it’s to keep them from seeing me. Fuck</blockquote>

[QUOTE="cosmicx16, post: 85558, member: 292"] After hiding away for so long, and spending time warming up to the feeling by living in bugland, I thought I could toughen myself up to function like how I did before the last year, before when I was still under the impression that I was human, that other people perceived me as human. It doesn’t work, nothing changes, as soon as I take a single step out of that door, as soon as I can perceive others and how they differ from me in every single way, how thousands upon thousands of processes are taking my disgusting existence in as stimuli, it gets too much, I could barely manage to walk on a sidewalk without keeping my eyes looking at the other side of the road and my hand raised to my face as if to scratch it, to at least obscure my features There is no statement or change in reality that could fix this, I will be mentally raped by the probability that a single human being might have caught a glimpse of my face at any instant in time, and I will stay raped forever. It’s over, I don’t know how I will live, how I will deal with my faggot parents once they slowly accept that their son cannot function like a naturally healthy mammalian, my needs are now limited to survival within only the most cruel, artificial haven of a home. Four walls and a window to keep me from all of them. No, it’s to keep them from seeing me. Fuck [/QUOTE]

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