chapter 1: things i have remarked recently

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If you have tiktok, or any social media platform ,I want you to do something:

Every single video, think about them and try to find the string that relate them . If you do things you'll agree with me that they are all sensitive,  and purely filled with hatred and anger.

To defend myself, yes , I know that people like to Express their opinions,  I mean that's what I am doing right now, but , do we really have to make everything so complicated? Is that absolutely necessary to make a problem of small inconveniences?here are some examples

Example number1: I saw people hate on other people just because of their art styles, fashion taste,music preferences..and the list goes on . Listen , it is normal to dislike things other people may find likable,  but to hate on that person solely because of their choices? Not everyone sees the world in the same colour.

I find it very childish how someone a conscious human can make up someone's whole existence solely based of of this , like how we as kids would fight over what's the best season,  its doesn't matter, they're all seasons anyways , so what's the difference if I like winter more? Or if they like autumn better, or maybe he likes summer, or she prefers spring more than any other, it's not like the other seasons will change if everyone only likes one , in the end,  whether you like it or not , the seasons will all come and go , and we have to accept that , what I'm trying to say here is that no matter what you prefer , it won't change a thing , it will only affect make the ignorant mad , so whilst their head is steaming hot , put a pot on it and make tea.

Example number 2:

Pause , sorry to interrupt but I really need to write this , you see , not so long ago I have been seeing figures around my house , and have been incredibly scared , right as I'm writing this I am pausing between each word and looking over my screen,  there's a huge silhouette in the corner of the room , it is terrifying,  I can move my fingers thankfully , but I cannot bring myself to get up , I'm hiding under the blanket , I am positive this is fake , because my sister is on the other side of the room awake , but GodI just can't stop thinking about it , but somehow,  it looks nostalgic,  to describe it , I would say , tall , visibly starved,  I can see it's broken ribs, it has pale white skin, but it's face, God it's awful,  deformed,  humanoid, dark , way more different than it's body color , it only appeared for like half a second , but it was enough for my brain to acknowledge it as a threat,  how many nights do I have to pass like this  it has been 3 months , 3 months my nights are getting more and more horrible , I can't keep doing this, God,  please help me , please let me be normal again  , I don't want to keep on living this life like this ,my face is so hot , a d my eyes are gushing tears all over the place ,I'm tiredI am oh so tired , every night , every.  Single . Night dammit. My whole life I have seen all sorts of things, whether on the internet or real life, a d never , ever was i this afraid,  maybe it's a response to trauma? Or better yet , maybe all the thing i have seen and wasn't scarred of all got mixed together and created these awful pictures in my mind and give them life to torment me, I don't want this , I didn't ask for this, 
The silhouette,  it's here , but in another form , it ran away too quickly,  I couldn't get a peek , but I did see something appear and disappear at a rapid paste, it's almost as if it's enjoying how frightened I am , as if my horrored face feeds their desires , it's so unsettling

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