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BELOW_Average_Joe
5'9" 20 y/o raciallyambiguouscel
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Extremely brutal looking at old pics of myself as a little kid, pics where I'm having fun, blissfully unaware of the hell I would enter after childhood ends. Pictures of me with my dog, now elderly and one of the last things I have that gives me comfort. After she dies I'll be truly alone. Yeah ik animals don't give true unconditional love and shit but its a cope, so whatever. I feel an immense sadness, a terrible sinking gut feeling when I look at these pics sometimes, bc it makes me feel sorry for my past self. Ik it sounds weird but it feels horrible looking at pictures of this naive, innocent (well that part's up to debate for a lot of users here) little kid who's biggest concerns were catching the latest episode of Regular Show or some shit, and knowing he had no idea the torturous and miserable life that lay ahead of him. I wish I could regain that blissful unawareness of the cold, harsh, brutal, painful, horrific nature of reality. Its paradoxical but I'd love to go back in time and try to prevent myself from being born. Sometimes I fantasize about being outside in public and getting caught in the gunfire of someone going ER, bc I think I'd welcome it with arms wide open if it were to happen on the campus I live by.