I know you won’t be able to see this until tomorrow, but please don’t give up. You have plenty of life to live, and I want to see you thrive.

👽 ❤

I had no idea you were feeling this way. I’ll be here to listen to anything and everything, okay? It’s messed up what you’re going through, and we’re here. I love you.

Pog

I absolutely love MMP and everyone in it! This is my safe space ❤️

I’m still lonely…

(Context:) I went through a breakup recently.

[Metric] Reflection #6.mp3

After everything I’ve gone through, I can’t do this anymore, I simply give up. This feeling of isolation is digging into my skin like thousands of needles injecting me with a melancholy sting. The link cannot be answered, merely a thought, an idea. They are all drifting like boats and ships away from the dock, and my anchor cannot be lifted. It feels like I’m losing people in a crowd, watching their face fade into the rest like they’re sinking into the ocean.

Later I ask myself ‘am I sinking into the water?’. Drowning and unable to breathe or call for help, the gap between me and the surface now growing rapidly. My hopeless cries cannot be heard, for I don’t know how to scream anymore. I have been silenced by my own mind, my body betraying me like an old friend backstabbing me and leaving me to die. Do my friends feel the same way about me?

Lost in the ocean, drifting out to sea and watching the shore get smaller and smaller. I can’t do anything but hope that somebody is able to see me and help me get back to land. But, like a small bird collapsing from the nest too early, I am destined to hit rock bottom.

I see people around me laughing and enjoying life, but it’s like I’m watching them through a bulletproof window, unable to break out and join them. Do they know? Do they care?

Seeing this pains me, and I can’t do anything about it. All I can do is cry quietly to myself, and hope nobody notices. They’d make fun of me if they saw me in such agony, thinking of me as a weak minded fool, unable to get past what they don’t understand.

Everything starts, relationships and friendships. Everything happy goes to everyone else, everybody who deserves it. They never think about us, the people who are unable to break through their own glass window. Everyday is a new beginning for them, thinking that the routine is a healthy reminder of what they have.

Everything ends too, the breakup of a relationship and the sudden halt to a once great friendship. Everything negative goes to us, as if silently handing us a shovel as we look at the dirt and contemplate digging our grave. We always think about them, wishing we could tell them to break the glass and help us through. Everyday is blurring together, the routine becoming a cycle of meaningless choices, for our choices never matter anyways.

@siloxa922

The sonic x theme remix midi on Online Sequencer is gone.

…

Y’know that feeling you get when you’re so mad you want to cry?

That.

That’s what I feel.

The only Pearl I care about is

Monsters from under my bed.mp3

不滅の死2.mp3

His name is 不滅の死

There is a real demo of Sonic 1 from 1990, nearly an entire year before the first game ever released. It is a simple piece of lost media where people recall it being a simple game without the spin attack for the jump, just the run animation. No robot enemies, just odd goblins of cartoon design. A Green Hill Zone without loops, just hills.

It is a story of how you watch your own world slowly fade into unreadable noise.

You are Sonic, and you cannot die in game due to it being a mere demo. You cannot progress, for it is but a demo. Your world does not change. It is just a demo.

An incomplete world to be in forever. It becomes purgatory. But then, a shimmer of light! The world is changing, textures are vanishing, but it’s not good. The code is corrupting due to dust collecting internally, rotting your world like a parasite. Your own sprites vanish like holes in your own body. You’re falling apart.

You’re dying, slowly. But it won’t become real death, you will just live with the rest of the new horrid world. A new collection of randomized sprites and data. Mold is growing on the cartridge. Your body is melting into the land.

The cartridge is rattling in boxes. Your small side scrolling world is having an Earthquake. Each rattle and jolt in your universe is like being stabbed everywhere at once.

This is life now, until somebody crushes it and puts you out of your misery. But what’s this? Everybody is gone. You’re mere garbage in a dump and you don’t even know about it. Patience has turned into depression long ago.

The planet will be swallowed by the Sun in billions of years. Billions years left to rot into a single sprite with your enemies, your world, your text… everything.

And this, is what he sounds like…

DEMO.mp3

Imma say a hot take (but also a fact), but War of the Worlds >>>>>

@Return-of-the-german-Wubbrle Indeed, young one. He is the one who watches from the mirrors and windows. He is reflection.

@BorisPavlikoskysSluttyCunt
He is here. Now hear him.

@BorisPavlikoskysSluttyCunt
I’ve sent Him.