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Being eaten up by anxiety
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𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 🍮 ✩♬₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
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Hello! (っ◔◡◔)っ I'm Cas, but feel free to call me anything! I use he/him pronouns, and please respect them! 👉👈 
I'm a Cancer Sun and Leo Rising ♋🌙♈ I'm also an INTJ (Architect). I live in Singapore, so ask me anything lmao. 

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Hobbies: 🍁
I like writing, reading, studying, rotting in bed, pondering about life, talking walks, and drinking coffee. That's literally it. (I'm a boring person)

Aspirations: ⚖️
Despite the misleading icon above, I want to be an anesthesiologist or a psychologist! My favourite subject in school is Literature! 💫 (Shakespeare fans where ya'll at) I've barely scratched the surface of what I want to be, so maybe I'll take some time to think more about it :/ 

Music I'm Into: 🎹🎧 ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡
I'm a die-hard livie 💜 a conehead 💛, and an aspiring Billie Ellish fan. Currently obsessed with Kid Krow by Conan Gray. 🐦 Other artists I like: Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Gracie Abrams, SZA, Lana Del Rey, Wave to Earth, Ariana Grande, and Adele. It's my basic white girl music against the world come at me if you disagree. 

Favourites: ♙♖♘♗♕♔
Song currently: "Bed Rest" - Conan Gray 💤☁️
Ice Cream Flavour: Earl Gray Tea 🍵
Coffee Order: Iced Venti Caramel Macchiato with 2 shots. ☕︎
Comfort Drink order: Iced Grande white chocolate mocha with oat milk, one shot and no whip cream. 
Clothes: Baggy everything 👖and comfy hoodies :) 
Colour: Black or White
Book: A Tale for the Time Being - Ruth Ozeki 
Board Game: Risk (Do not judge me) 

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Friends on this site: 💓
@Toastydoodler (Best friend ever, I'm so lucky to have her) 

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QUOTE TIME: (Updates monthly) 📜 [I hope that those who see this may find comfort in these simple words] 

“But memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.”

“What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?”

“Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as time and being. They are not separate. They are one thing, and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.”
― Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

"Oh, and I'm afraid that's just the way the world works
It ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet" 
- Conan Gray, The Story


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     Conan Gray, Kid Krow
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 Ruth Ozeki's A Tale for the Time Being: 5 Stars ⭐
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【5 Milligrams】
Poetry / by SeparationAnxietyOverload
Last post
 July 27th, 2025
...See more It’s going to be the Fourth of July. Ten minutes till the sky ignites And no one knows my plan of flight. The final blaze before the light. Champagne spills in other rooms While I make peace with letting loose. What an emotional incline, To be on this strange form of cloud nine. My heart beats low, While the city hums joy I’ll never know. I toast to my future, an eight-page file with the stamp: “CASE CLOSED” My portrait on the cover, my cowardice exposed. My wrist hums with nervous energy, As the seventh minute ticks with urgency, Eager to shed me and my six regrets that hold me tight Like velvet ropes in a grotesque light. The show is done, my mask is cracked, The curtains will fall, and I won’t come back. Five pills crunch under my molars, reeling, Each giving a sweet, almost sick sober feeling. Choking down four swigs of something sharp, The substance making my eyes go dark, To blur the seams and numb my scars. The sloshing sound retreats like a dreamer’s final plea, As the countdown nears three. My two hands grip the rooftop rail, trembling. Too young. Too frail. The city starts to count, all bright and so proud, While the ledge starts to cry out. With one last second, it gives way. I don’t retreat from the edge, just the life I know. The lights all wink, and I give my final blink. The aerial flowers erupt, a phenomenon so abrupt. Then the year begins without a sound And I become the space around.
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It's my birthday and I've never felt more alone.
General Support / by SeparationAnxietyOverload
Last post
 July 31st, 2025
...See more it's my birthday in a couple hours. I don't know if growing up means losing the spark of joy that surrounded birthdays, but the euphoria that was once present at birthdays are now gone. Tomorrow is also a school day, and it's a long and tough one at that. I'm just so tired. I don't even think my family members are trying, so why should I? I'm just exhausted beyond my limits anymore. I shouldn't have overestimated my own capabilities at a young age. I think I grew up too fast. I wish I could stay as someone that everybody takes care of. I don't want the responsibility anymore.
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Looking for Feedback on My Essay
Reading & Writing / by SeparationAnxietyOverload
Last post
 May 31st, 2025
...See more Hey everybody! I'm writing an essay for a competition and the title will be below. It may have some themes that are emotionally triggering because I kind of centered it around (tw) SH, Suicide, Loss of a loved one/Grief / General Depression, so if you are sensitive to these types of topics, please take care of yourself and click out of my thread for your own mental health <3 with that said, I'll insert the title now: You embark on a very special journey when you discover a secret door that takes you into your favourite book! What happens next? The topic / essay prompt centers around having a journey and learning something, so idk if I totally misread the prompt. Please give me feedback and any help is welcome :)  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Did you know that most people fall asleep in 7 minutes? I doubted this, as I stared up at the ceiling in my darkened room. The polaroids were illuminated by the penumbral glow of the moon, the closed-eyed smile on my face glinting. Curling into a fetal position, a lone tear dribbled down my cheek. I miss her so much it hurts. Looking at the lugubrious portraits with her elysian grin, I wished with every atom of my being that she was still here.    Unable to take it, I burst out of my bed, my feet hitting the floor with a thud. I flung open my door and stepped out. The silence hit first. Then a gentle breeze curled around me, caressing my skin with a feather-like touch. Eyes squinting at the light, there were cherry blossom trees rose from the ground like guardians, and a cobblestone path littered with mimosas that stretched on.    At its end, a wooden bench faced the sea, and on it sat the still silhouette of someone — quiet, unmoving, like the sands of time had stilled with her.    Approaching, I saw that it was a girl with a school uniform and a face that held both youth and something far older, gazing out at the sea like she was listening to the waves speak. Her eyes landed on me like she'd been waiting.    “Hey, the scenery's beautiful, isn’t it?”  I nodded, breathless. “Yeah,” I said, voice cracking. “It really is.”    I sat down beside her, not too close.  She smiled faintly and said, “I’m Nao.”    My heart skipped. Nao. From the book.   She reached out. As the polyester of her sleeves hiked, thin, pale marks caught the light, faint but unmistakable.    Something inside me fractured quietly.  “I… have those too,” I said, voice barely above the wind.    She didn’t flinch, face softening like the sky before rain.  And she offered her hand. I took it. We just sat like that. Two strangers with shared scars.    Clearing my throat, I ventured tentatively, "W-why?" Gingerly untangling her hands from mine, Nao looked to the horizon before saying, "I'll tell you while we walk." Nodding and trailing after her, I followed her onto the soft sand. The lulling sound of seagulls was accompanied by the melody of the pristine waves’ alluring song. We then sat in a field, the willow leaves shrouding us. With that, she began to speak.    "I cut myself because... it's my way to cope with life. Pain is survival. I feel like a lost spaceman slowly losing oxygen by the minute, but I laugh it off to make it bearable. Until I start to cry but that uses oxygen too." She trails off, her eyes, eidolic in their silence, holding galaxies of grief unspoken. Tears stitched down her cheeks. Leaning on her shoulder, my heart broke for her, for us, and for humanity and those who suffer in silence.    “My best friend she..." I gulped, my heart aching, past memories resurfacing. “I wish I could have helped her.” Dolorous tears trickled, I continued. “I c-could’ve helped... it must've been so hard for her..."    “I’m sure she is.” Wiping away her tears, she stood. “C’mon! We have to get back in time for the sunset!” Taking each other’s hand, we ran, our toes digging into the sand, the waves kissing our feet. After ages… I felt free. We arrived back at the bench, gazing wordlessly as the crimson bleeds through clouds.     My hands reached up to brush my neck, where my prized locket lay. I unclasped the lock. "Nao, I just wanted to give you this...for everything." Looking into her eyes, I slipped the necklace around her neck. She tucked it into her uniform, eyes glistening. Slipping a Tamagotchi into my hand, she said, "I've had it my whole life, so please take care of it. I hope that you can look at him for support and think of me." Chest trembling, I embraced her until the sun descended into the ocean's depths. Then, my hands fell through her body, her presence dispersing like butterflies.    With a flash, I woke with a start.  A Tale for the Time Being in my room caught the moonlight, and something in my heart panged. Faintly, something in my pocket buzzed. It was a Tamagotchi. Deja vu coursed through me. It pulsed once, gently, like a second heartbeat. I drew it to my chest, cradled it, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I fell asleep.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay that's the end! if you've reached this point thank you so much for reading and taking the time <3 okay thanks everyone!
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 March 28th
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