❥--[Mental Health Support Space]

[・Gia_Who?・]

i'm not pretty
i'm not someone people wanna be around
i'm not someone people wanna talk to
i'm not someone's first choice
i'm not someone who out going and always knows what to say

i need to lower my ego and stop thinking i'm this cool person who people wanna be friends with cause i'm far far from that

Ves is tuff and cool, and literally everyone likes Ves, ok?

 

[kenjicries]

Ves is tuff and cool, and literally everyone likes Ves, ok?

people only say im
cool and tuff

that's all there is to me

 

[MismatchedYurigyu]

people only say im
cool and tuff

that's all there is to me

WHAT bro Ves ur like everything
pretty
majestic
kind
cool
tuff
tough
nice
energetic
funny
loving
beautiful
gorgeous
fun
talkative
AND WAYYYYY MORE (all positive btw)
UR GENUINELY SOMEONE I REALLY LIKE

 

[・Gia_Who?・]

people only say im
cool and tuff

that's all there is to me

nooooo
you are eveything there need to be nice pretty and so much more

 

[dina.minaa!]

i honestly don't remember if i shared this poem yet. but if i didn't here it is: (slight TW too)

Empty Plate, Empty Soul, Empty Body, a poem by Ana
Do you hear the way she says "I'm not hungry."
Do you hear the way she sobs at night alone?
Do you hear the sound of gagging in the restroom?
Do you see how she has physically changed?
Do you see how the scale is out when it isn't supposed to?
Do you see the way she wakes up late?
Do you notice her heart pounding?
She starves.
She whimpers through the pain.
She eats one small thing.
Water and gum are all she needs.
But pleads to have more
All that to have the perfect body.

mini vent?
im honestly so exhausted.
im trying hard for many around me and i cant even comprehend my feelings.
im told to do 1000 things at the same time.
all i want is a break
i ask for some time alone.
"mm, do this then yeah go sleep"
they say it like they dont gaf abt me.
NO ONE respects that.​

 

[・Gia_Who?・]

i honestly don't remember if i shared this poem yet. but if i didn't here it is: (slight TW too)

Empty Plate, Empty Soul, Empty Body, a poem by Ana
Do you hear the way she says "I'm not hungry."
Do you hear the way she sobs at night alone?
Do you hear the sound of gagging in the restroom?
Do you see how she has physically changed?
Do you see how the scale is out when it isn't supposed to?
Do you see the way she wakes up late?
Do you notice her heart pounding?
She starves.
She whimpers through the pain.
She eats one small thing.
Water and gum are all she needs.
But pleads to have more
All that to have the perfect body.

mini vent?
im honestly so exhausted.
im trying hard for many around me and i cant even comprehend my feelings.
im told to do 1000 things at the same time.
all i want is a break
i ask for some time alone.
"mm, do this then yeah go sleep"
they say it like they dont gaf abt me.
NO ONE respects that.​

This is so good and touches the heart never stop making these
i hope you get better

 

[dina.minaa!]

This is so good and touches the heart never stop making these
i hope you get better

oh my gosh this seriously means alot to me right now,
and im finding my peace in making these poems, i love doing them and trust me i wont stop making these <3
i really hope you are doing okay and safe ilysm

 

[・Gia_Who?・]

oh my gosh this seriously means alot to me right now,
and im finding my peace in making these poems, i love doing them and trust me i wont stop making these <3
i really hope you are doing okay and safe ilysm

ily too keep going and never stop i would love to see your poems get beyond best

 

[ɪᴊᴀʜ.ᐟ ࣭ ⭑]

when u lowk tried everything but nothing worked

 

[kenjicries]

WHAT bro Ves ur like everything
pretty
majestic
kind
cool
tuff
tough
nice
energetic
funny
loving
beautiful
gorgeous
fun
talkative
AND WAYYYYY MORE (all positive btw)
UR GENUINELY SOMEONE I REALLY LIKE

aweeee thank you ashlinn

 

[MismatchedYurigyu]

aweeee thank you ashlinn

you welcome ves🩷

 

[treesap]

Well I found out she doesnt like me

what the fuck is wrong with me..

 

[treesap]

I feel like crying.

 

[・Gia_Who?・]

Spoiler: how it feels

If you even care to read this
Just tell me you hate me, not loudly, not cruelly, just enough to make it real. Something I can hold in my hands instead of this endless guessing.
Because silence stretches, it bends into shapes that scare me, turns into whispers that sound like truth when I’m alone too long.
I keep replaying everything, every message, every pause, every moment you didn’t answer the way I hoped you would. I build whole stories out of seconds, convince myself they mean something they probably don’t.
Do you actually want me around, or am I just someone you don’t know how to leave?
I used to reach for you without thinking, good morning, good night, small pieces of my day I wanted you to have. It felt natural then, like breathing without noticing.
But I started to wonder if I was taking up too much space, if my words lingered too long on your screen, if you sighed before replying, if you ever thought, " Why are they always here?"
So I pulled back. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t know if I was welcome.
And now the quiet is unbearable, not peaceful, not calm, just heavy, like something unfinished sitting between us.
My mind doesn’t rest anymore. It just circles, again and again, landing on the same question it can’t answer:
Do you hate me, or am I just afraid you might?
I wish I could believe that not everything is about me, that your silence is just silence, not a hidden message I’m supposed to decode.
But my thoughts don’t work like that. They take the smallest absence and stretch it into proof.
My hands shake like they know something I don’t, like they’re trying to warn me or prepare me for an answer that hasn’t come yet.
I don’t need perfection, just something certain, even if it hurts, even if it confirms everything I’ve been afraid of.
Because this in-between is exhausting, caring this much and not knowing where I stand.
If I’m too much, tell me how to be quieter. If I’m overwhelming, tell me where to soften. If I crossed a line I didn’t see, just point to it, I’ll step back.
And if you don’t want me at all, please just say it. Don’t let me keep guessing my way into feeling unwanted.
I can handle the truth. I just can’t keep fighting both sides of it.
So tell me, not to hurt me, but to let me rest.
Do you hate me, or is this just the sound of my own thoughts echoing too loudly in an empty space?

Spoiler: how i feel

I keep thinking my body is something to apologize for. Like it enters a room before I do, like it speaks in a language I can’t control, saying things about me I never agreed to say.
Every mirror feels like a confrontation. Not violent, not loud, just quiet enough to hurt more. I look, and I measure, I look, and I judge, I look, and I lose again.
There’s a voice that follows me everywhere, soft but constant, telling me I’d be easier to love if I took up less space. Less space in photos, less space in rooms, less space in people’s thoughts.
I wonder if anyone notices the way I shrink myself, how I sit smaller, speak softer, try to fold into something more acceptable.
I tell myself I’ll be better someday. That there’s a version of me waiting on the other side of change, someone lighter, someone worthy, someone easier to keep. But right now feels like a waiting room I wasn’t meant to stay in this long.
And I hate that my reflection gets to decide my mood, that numbers and shapes can undo an entire day, that I can feel fine until I remember what I look like.
I don’t think people understand how exhausting it is to be at war with something you can’t leave behind. To carry it everywhere, to wake up in it, to fall asleep in it, to never get a break from your own outline.
I wish I could see myself the way I see other people, soft edges, small details worth loving, nothing needing to be fixed. But when it’s me, everything feels louder, heavier, wrong.
And I don’t know how to stop wanting to disappear just a little bit every time I’m seen.

 

[・Gia_Who?・]

Spoiler: how it feels

If you even care to read this
Just tell me you hate me, not loudly, not cruelly, just enough to make it real. Something I can hold in my hands instead of this endless guessing.
Because silence stretches, it bends into shapes that scare me, turns into whispers that sound like truth when I’m alone too long.
I keep replaying everything, every message, every pause, every moment you didn’t answer the way I hoped you would. I build whole stories out of seconds, convince myself they mean something they probably don’t.
Do you actually want me around, or am I just someone you don’t know how to leave?
I used to reach for you without thinking, good morning, good night, small pieces of my day I wanted you to have. It felt natural then, like breathing without noticing.
But I started to wonder if I was taking up too much space, if my words lingered too long on your screen, if you sighed before replying, if you ever thought, " Why are they always here?"
So I pulled back. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t know if I was welcome.
And now the quiet is unbearable, not peaceful, not calm, just heavy, like something unfinished sitting between us.
My mind doesn’t rest anymore. It just circles, again and again, landing on the same question it can’t answer:
Do you hate me, or am I just afraid you might?
I wish I could believe that not everything is about me, that your silence is just silence, not a hidden message I’m supposed to decode.
But my thoughts don’t work like that. They take the smallest absence and stretch it into proof.
My hands shake like they know something I don’t, like they’re trying to warn me or prepare me for an answer that hasn’t come yet.
I don’t need perfection, just something certain, even if it hurts, even if it confirms everything I’ve been afraid of.
Because this in-between is exhausting, caring this much and not knowing where I stand.
If I’m too much, tell me how to be quieter. If I’m overwhelming, tell me where to soften. If I crossed a line I didn’t see, just point to it, I’ll step back.
And if you don’t want me at all, please just say it. Don’t let me keep guessing my way into feeling unwanted.
I can handle the truth. I just can’t keep fighting both sides of it.
So tell me, not to hurt me, but to let me rest.
Do you hate me, or is this just the sound of my own thoughts echoing too loudly in an empty space?

Spoiler: how i feel

I keep thinking my body is something to apologize for. Like it enters a room before I do, like it speaks in a language I can’t control, saying things about me I never agreed to say.
Every mirror feels like a confrontation. Not violent, not loud, just quiet enough to hurt more. I look, and I measure, I look, and I judge, I look, and I lose again.
There’s a voice that follows me everywhere, soft but constant, telling me I’d be easier to love if I took up less space. Less space in photos, less space in rooms, less space in people’s thoughts.
I wonder if anyone notices the way I shrink myself, how I sit smaller, speak softer, try to fold into something more acceptable.
I tell myself I’ll be better someday. That there’s a version of me waiting on the other side of change, someone lighter, someone worthy, someone easier to keep. But right now feels like a waiting room I wasn’t meant to stay in this long.
And I hate that my reflection gets to decide my mood, that numbers and shapes can undo an entire day, that I can feel fine until I remember what I look like.
I don’t think people understand how exhausting it is to be at war with something you can’t leave behind. To carry it everywhere, to wake up in it, to fall asleep in it, to never get a break from your own outline.
I wish I could see myself the way I see other people, soft edges, small details worth loving, nothing needing to be fixed. But when it’s me, everything feels louder, heavier, wrong.
And I don’t know how to stop wanting to disappear just a little bit every time I’m seen.

Why is bro so dramatic
all this was not needed

 

[treesap]

I feel like I’m losing all my friends.

and it’s all my fault.

its always my fault.

 

[star.is.here]

Without going to much into it, I've been yelled at a LOT in the past, for very minimal small mistakes in a work enivronment, so when my boss called me over the intercom I did get a little worried. My eyes get full of tears when I have to be in a one on one conversation or confrontation happens.

But this time it made me think, wow this is how it should be handled.

We had a nice conversation, he showed me his new office after re arranging his desk and then asked about my last shift, how it went, if I felt okay about it and if anything happened. Then he brought up something that I truly didn't know about (which I admitted), and said, yeah thats okay its honestly not that big of deal but we did notice the crates weren't move.

He didn't yell, he didn't call me names. Didn't make up rumours about me. Just handled it with care.

 

[star.is.here]

Without going to much into it, I've been yelled at a LOT in the past, for very minimal small mistakes in a work enivronment, so when my boss called me over the intercom I did get a little worried.

But this time it made me think, wow this is how it should be handled.

We had a nice conversation, he showed me his new office after re arranging his desk and then asked about my last shift, how it went, if I felt okay about it and if anything happened. Then he brought up something that I truly didn't know about (which I admitted), and said, yeah thats okay its honestly not that big of deal but we did notice the crates weren't move.

He didn't yell, he didn't call me names. Didn't make up rumours about me. Just handled it with care.

I wish and hope more bosses due this, I was so scared to go in but we ended up having a really good conversation and I had a super good day overall (my dad even brought me a choclate bunny and picked me up after work since its easter).

There is good people out there, you just got to find the right environment. I'm so relieved.