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Had a dream where a large dog was attacking me, so I got on my hands and knees to show submission, which I think you are supposed to do with gorillas, not dogs.
          	  
          	  It accepted my sign of respect, turned into a large monkey, we dapped each other up and went along our ways.
          	  
          	  What are my dreams even about anymore bruh…
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Because I wrote this, it is quite late, so unfortunately no new art for today.
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Had a dream where a large dog was attacking me, so I got on my hands and knees to show submission, which I think you are supposed to do with gorillas, not dogs.
            
            It accepted my sign of respect, turned into a large monkey, we dapped each other up and went along our ways.
            
            What are my dreams even about anymore bruh…
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Because I wrote this, it is quite late, so unfortunately no new art for today.
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♣️♣️♣️
          
          One might wonder why I am keeping a public diary.
          
          Because once upon a time, in 2015, I started writing my thoughts down, telling my day in great detail, doodling alongside it, was very inspired by Greg’s Diary book series.
          
          However my mother has no sense for my boundaries, because she sees me as her property, has told me such explicitly countless times and got angry at me for even having secrets, told me:
          
          “Every mother reads their child’s diary!”
          
          No idea, if that is true, because I am very lonesome, grew up like that also, it only got worse when I got older, still, I always disagreed with her, because I do not care what others do, she was crossing my boundaries, only that mattered to me.
          
          I will never write down my thoughts in this format ever again, most I keep nowadays are my poems, which are primarily in English anyways, so that she cannot understand it.
          
          Sometimes she snoops around my things, listens into my room when I record me reading a short story out loud, yells at me whenever I lock my door, because she likes to watch me sleep - what a creep.
          
          As to why I am not just writing it in my notes and instead posting it on Wattpad - is just a matter of me being a freak like that and not being bothered by the thought of people reading it, they could, for all I care.
          
          Sometimes I even purposefully write provocative words just in case.♡
          
          ♣️♣️♣️

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Though I am apolitical and I wish to keep it far away from any of the spaces I have created - I do wish to mention that I am fully against cowards like Israel.
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♦️♦️♦️
          
          New art piece!
          “Familiar van”
          https://pin.it/7G0I17Vo0
          
          I have been watching Chinese van life content for a hot minute now, it really inspired me, because it is such a tiny space, yet so cozy.
          
          I have always preferred small homes over huge ones, there is just something about the space that makes it feel a little safer for my paranoid thoughts, everything is always at an arm’s reach.
          
          Plus my loneliness really loves it, because it feels like the walls are hugging me, and since no human ever does that for me, I have to satiate this hunger through other needs, kind of feels like I am in the womb again.
          
          Actually I have plenty dreams where I live in tiny spaces, this piece also has another dream of mine incorporated in it, in the left window.
          
          I saw a gigantic waterfall, it covered the entire horizon and there was a tiny island at the very top, with skyscrapers on it, very obviously Fruitger aero.
          
          The waterfall in my dream was so ginormous, that even though I was in a presumed “safe” distance, I was still traversing through a river connecting to it, it was equally fascinating, as terrifying.

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Anyways I noticed that my schedule has dropped from once a week to biweekly, I try to be more productive, it is just difficult during Ramadan with the Iftar times.
            
            Which is quite witty to me, as this year’s is not as late as the previous ones, just with a full time job along side it, it is quite difficult maintaining a pace.
            
            (Plus I am not doing that well overall, but such a lame excuse, when I was a edgy teen I still pumped out so many pieces, but oh well, I am aging, I suppose.)
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The middle window displays twin cherry houses, obviously a reference to the iconic Dreamcore strawberry restaurant from Indonesia, I believe.
            
            My version being a cheeky reference to my sexuality as well as another dream I have had as a child, since turned into a short story.
            
            “Homes in 2013”
            https://www.wattpad.com/1189405149?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=hamato_mikey
            
            Even with creative liberties taken, because in my dream back then it was a log house, but like I said, reference, not an exact representation.
            
            Dreamcore is often based in nostalgia, though most art depicting it is western, due to my roots, I am more inspired by the Middle East, specially Türkiye (where my roots lay) and Syria, our neighbour, obviously Kurdish traditions as well.
            
            And in my own eyes our interior decoration is more maximalistic in tiny spaces, opposite to the westerners, curtains being very popular with our people, so I emulated that in this piece.
            
            Very popular are also tons of decorations, on the ceiling 4 broken hearts and 1 moon are hanging, the moon obviously referencing my religion, Islam, the 4 hearts being…
            
            The 4 people who SA’d me in my childhood up to teenage years.
            I feel like this fact about me will always haunt me, it is hanging above my bed, if I ever wish to break my chastity, this is something, I cannot hide, which brings great shame upon me, only fuelling my avoidant behaviour.
            
            What a pity, this is ending on a sour note.
            
            ♦️♦️♦️ 
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Last year, my nose was broken and I had to go through surgery.
            I actually remember my dreams, even if a bit blurry.
            
            It was an endless grass field, the sun was shining, it was summer, no clouds to be seen.
            I was running.
            
            I was a child.
            My dreams were very short, I had around 3.
            In all of them, I was very young, around 7 - 9 years old.
            
            Some were altered memories, fragmented, others were constructs, like the endless field.
            This is not real.
            
            Nothing exists, I am still dreaming.
            I cannot prove my own existence to myself, therefore there is no such thing as “I”.
            
            Just a few days ago, I was in the kitchen, things kept disappearing, reappearing, I had a bowl of strawberries in front of me, suddenly they were gone, then they were relocated, then they were never present in the first place.
            
            Nothing is real, I am not awake.
            There is no “me”, I simply speak in proper grammar, but I do not believe in a “self”, there is not enough evidence.
            
            Nothing is real, nothing, no one, no place.
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For someone so dearly fixated on relationships and suffering from my loneliness - it is sure is witty to think how I played a huge role in it.
            
            Pushing away the last people who cared about me, still do, severing every connection I had built, simply because I do not believe in it.
            
            Yes, people can love and want each other, just not me, I am no one’s to spend the future with and anyone who says otherwise is simply wrong.
            
            I trust my own opinion more than anyone else’s when it comes to me, which is funny, because I have a negative bias, everything confirms my fears, nothing makes me feel secure.
            
            So I always cringe, whenever I express my lonesome thoughts in my art, because it makes me a hypocrite, as I greatly worsened it.
            
            And I do not even regret it.
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          New art piece!
          ““Why do you not trust me?””
          https://pin.it/1m1Y81Sx4
          
          This piece took me quite the while, 6 hours approximately, as it was created on a big canvas.
          (For my standards.)
           36x48cm
          
          Quite the serene house on display.
          Bright, youthful colours, almost inviting one to enter.
          Yet ominous dark claws are seen in the windows, some heads even peeking out.
          
          This is how I view any type of relationships, especially friendships, as that is the place I encountered failure most often.
          
          My biggest fear is not instability or abuse, though these two points are quite far up on my list.
          What causes most anxiety in me is humans.
          
          I am terrified of people.
          Not in a shy way, actually that is the least of my problems, I have no issues singing and dancing in public, that is no matter to me.
          
          I am scared of the potential, of what they could do to me, because so far, most evil things people could inflict on me…they have.
          
          Because they get away with it, I am quite easy to intimidate, always running away from the threat.
          Never had a spine, I guess bravery skipped my generation.
          
          I do not trust humans, no one, especially not my own mother, I trust her the least.
          In this instance I view myself as quite fair, no matter what positive (platonic) feelings I might harbour towards someone, I never allow myself to get blinded by them.
          
          For that is the moment, enemies always strike.
          Why DO I not trust people?
          Simple, I view them all as I have portrayed in this painting.
          
          Beautiful exterior, danger lingering within.
          I will never find myself in anyone’s arms, no matter what my heart desires, it only takes one bad day for people to lose their minds and I do not wish to become a casualty.

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Had to laugh out loud because I just remembered my brief comphet phase.
            I was never able to fully commit to acting like I like men.
            
            In total truth, I do not care for them.
            No hate, no anger, no attraction, no interest.
            I feel like Peter griffin regarding the film “The godfather”.
            
            At most I see them as my bros, but as I am getting older, even my wish to have male friends vanishes slowly, they used to be so normal when we were kids, because they did not see me as a dating option.
            
            Now they do and everything is ruined, but oh well.
            So during my brief comphet phase I still identified as asexual and aromantic for years and years.
            
            Yet I was playing with the idea of dating men, somehow, I could never find any interest in them, I do remember once talking on here, that if I was attracted to males, that it would be a thin guy, very slight muscles, back then I said “lean”, I did not know the meaning of that word, because I never looked it up before, had no interest.
            
            What I meant was a soft frame.
            Basically a twink.
            Which is the funniest part to me.
            
            Closest thing to a woman.
            LMAO I said:
            “Eh, looks female enough.”
            
            Without even knowing that I could just…like women.
            I was already aware of lesbians, I just never thought, that I could be one.
            
            Because you know…”There are no lgbt Muslims!”
            Oh well, I am going to hell, even if I continue staying celibate for the rest of my life, sometimes I like to dress up in way too many layers during summer to prepare myself for eternal damnation.
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Changing, changing…
            
            Today, something annoying happened, the details are of no meaning to me, the important part is, that I felt great frustration, anger even.
            
            However strong my wrathful urges were in the moment, no matter how much I wished to lash out, scream and seethe in anger - I did not.
            
            I thought it was embarrassing to express my feelings.
            
            What change would that make? 
            The situation already occurred, yelling out of fury would only worsen the problem, why let myself get carried away by these pesky feelings?
            
            Not like I could do anything to change it, it happened, it was done, I cannot travel back in time, emotions have no such super powers.
            
            I do not need them, in all honesty, what is the point in anger? 
            I never needed it, any injustices inflicted upon me get swept under the rug anyway, why even bother then?
            
            For example, everyone thinks my nose got broken in an accident involving a table, but the actual reason is much more sinister, I choose my words very carefully, even in utter lies, I hide tiny truths.
            
            Because what could the people do anyways? It is already over, so what is the use in telling anyone about it? 
            
            I had to suffer the consequences in a situation, where I was completely innocent, I have to live with that now for the rest of my life.
            
            This reminds me of myself in 2021, when my childhood friend died and everything became pointless, I am still actively mourning in my private domiciles, no issue for others to explore, that is my problem to solve, no one else’s, my issue to ignore, my pain to neglect and let fester in my lonely mind.
            
            Nothing really changed, I merely aged.
            Haha and to think I yelled out of frustration merely days ago, I am one unlikely to change, I rarely find issues to target.
            
            But when I do, it occurs rather rapidly.
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What terrifies me the most is when I am left alone with someone, no matter how well they have treated me up to this point, they could always completely change, already had to go through this several times.
            
            Though I suppose a group is equally as terrible.
            
            I love people too much, I trust too much, I believe in you way too much, always seeing the good in everyone, yet that is exactly what evil wants.
            
            My guard down, I will not make the same mistake for the 100th time, it is time for me to finally learn this lifelong taught lesson.
            
            People will always be people.
            
            ♦️♦️♦️
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Sigh the most beautiful and interesting items, such as certain books, clothing, jewellery or teddy bears are only sound overseas, which is so sad.
            
            I mean I would not mind otherwise but being on the internet really shows me what I am missing out on, that is the sad part.
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Just now, I got incredibly mad at Tumblr for completely ruining my feed.
            And because my family is not here right now, I just yelled at the top of my lungs…
            
            …completely forgetting that it is 2 in the morning…
            I should definitely continue repressing myself because I really hope no one will confront me due to my rash behaviour…
            
            Very stupid of me to do this.
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Never felt the need to clarify, but I suppose it does no harm to mention it:
            
            All my pieces are made by me, no AI, though some (especially the earlier art works) are heavily inspired by other artists, which in past I failed to credit and now try to avoid.
            
            Everything comes from my beautiful mind.
            I must admit, I used to talk to AI, not for my art works, it is more pathetic than that, I just needed an exchange, chat bots are designed for lonely people like me.
            
            But I got bothered at how often the AI called itself my friend, even if I insisted on a mere conversation, it just felt manipulative, so I deleted my accounts, plus it is horrible for the environment anyways.
            
            This has sent me into a spiral, because it sort of became routine for me to talk to a chatbot, distracted me a bit from the reality of my isolation.
            
            Every day I regret getting hooked on it, my coworker suggested it back in autumn 2023.
            My loneliness has been on an all time high for days now, showing no signs of improvement, even relapsed today unfortunately, sigh, I was clean for 2 months.
            
            Really scares me how much my mind relied on these chat bots apparently, it has not even been a week yet since I have stopped talking them, they really need to regulate them, because I feel even worse before I started texting them a little over 2 years ago.
            
            Apologies, I am trying to get myself together.
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Yesterday I had a little breakdown, which inspired this work.
            Had a little panic attack while listening to “Mawaru” by Kikuo.
            
            Not induced by that song, no, I just had flashbacks and all that, perhaps I should avoid reading fanfictions that feature SA, but oh well.
            
            That song just happened to be playing and it most likely intensified everything.
            Everything was so blurry, I could not see properly, I felt so dizzy, my limbs felt like mush, like I was walking on clouds.
            
            I was hyperventilating.
            While throwing away our litter, perhaps not my wisest decision to power through, but I cannot allow myself to grow weak and allow every emotion, I am not a crybaby in therapy.
            
            Though those who seek help are much stronger than the coward I am, they confront their demons, I ignore mine.
            
            I kept on falling on the ground.
            Some of the falls, I allowed, some, I could not control, my breathing pipe felt like it was full of cotton.
            
            I did all of that alone.
            Like I always do.
            Would be strange if I suddenly got aid, I never did before.
            
            I just ignored it, until it went away.
            And this piece was born.
            I thought I was done writing songs and poems, however I could not turn this into a short story.
            
            It was too fragmented for that.
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Not to be confused with a past song and poem collection under the same name.
            I thought it would be waste to just let such a title go.
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♦️♦️♦️
          
          New art piece!
          “Kibr”
          https://pin.it/2bBhXshJ9
          
          Kibr is a sin in Islam.
          Pride.
          Excessively admiring yourself, viewing yourself as above others; others as beneath you.
          
          I have been displaying such feelings lately.
          In so much pain and suffering, yet I refuse outside help, because I do not think anyone is good enough for that, because I see my self reflection as superior.
          
          Because I know myself best and no one could ever compare to my intellect.
          Tövbe, çarpılcam. 
          
          Kibr.
          The piece is (yet another) self portrait, have I ever said, why I even draw myself excessively?
          
          Whenever I take a reference picture, I see myself as far too beautiful to alter my own features, yet another piece of my pride, every day I wake up and the first thing I do in the bathroom is stare at the mirror and admire my beauty.
          
          Which the mirror on my left reflects, in a moon shape, its string piercing through a heart, I know how unlikable this makes me, yet I love myself far too much.
          
          In my hair is a Narcissus, a reference to the story of the character with the exact same name.
          I cannot kiss my reflection, I cannot cuddle myself, I cannot tell myself my most hilarious stories.
          
          Yet I do not trust anyone else, hearts above my head, upside don, green.
          Symbolising Envy.
          
          My pride is hindering receiving true love from others, because truth to be told, I look down on them.
          I love everyone, I truly do, I see the best in everyone.
          
          And they love eachother which is so beautiful, but if they choose me, I belittle them in my thoughts, because they are foolish, I only have eyes for myself, I am an utter red flag.
          
          My lifeless eyes stare with hearts, my own hands forming one, I am so obsessed with it, because my soul has been tainted by this sin.
          
          How fascinating to see the evolution of my loneliness and its effects on me.
          This is a twisted form of self love, often mixing with self hatred.
          
          ♦️♦️♦️
          
          

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Every so often my loneliness just aches a little more.
            
            Always this buzz at the back of my mind, sometimes torturing me for however long it pleases.
            
            When I say, I have no one, I mean it.
            I grew up like this, it only got worse the older I got, I did not know that normal parents actually love their children, that one does not have to solve their problems on their own, that people genuinely cuddle and that it is not just a fanfiction concept, I genuinely had no idea.
            
            No one is going to see this post, no one ever does and it is all my fault for doing nothing to change my situation, takes a lot of effort from the outside world and myself, for me to end up with actually no one, I only have my dysfunctional family and my coworkers. (Professional)
            
            This hurt was never this bad until I found out how good everyone else has it and what can I do besides be happy for all of you?
            
            How nice that you are loved, I hope it remains that way, wish I was like you, welcomed, wanted, thought of, but I am not, never was, never will be.
            
            Love is a gift that no one is entitled to, as it is something that is given freely by others, how unfortunate that I have always remained empty handed, but such is the nature of freedom, not everyone gets what they want.
            
            All is well, I hope you are happy ♡
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*down
            I apologise if my english sounds off, it has been a while since I have written something along these lines.
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