i have made similar playlist of it, there is just more songs so ye but there is the link : open.spotify.com/playlist/51VS3wnzrvFAoX5rKgAgVN?si=fcab38c2588f44fc
i sold my soul for happiness, but i didnt think of how can i feel happy without a soul. now, because of myself i dont have both. i just have a body and a mouth which moves on their own. i cant feel like im living. once, when i was six or seven, i tried to cut my ears because of how loud my own thoughts and the other peoples talk or the silence itself are. i dont regret any second of that. i just regret that i couldnt cut my ears. present, wherever i am is just too quiet or too loud. but silence is louder than the word "loud"
Sometimes thinking of the universe make me feel dissociated, it's just too giant for us, we never will know the truth of it. Millions of galaxies, millions of solar systems and millions of planets, will we ever discover them?. Sometimes I'm starving of knowledge, I want to know everything about the space. And sometimes I wanna scape there, I want to be in the universe, just exploring, floating, crying, and knowing there is more than this boring life.
for as long as i can remember I've always felt like i wasn't in control of my body, like I'm running on autopilot. Like life is just a show and someone is making choices for me, like my physical body is just a puppet. Everything feels distant as i can't touch it for real, everything i touch feels simulated. When i was 6, i remember asking my mom "isn't it weird that... we're physically here? that we really have a body?" And what's really frustrating is that people misuse the actual medical terminology for dissociation, associating it with "being spaced out" when it's not like that at all. It's so much more than that. Thanks for this playlist, it makes me feel a bit more understood
It makes me feel worthless or meaningless, and fills me with sadness that the earth is beautiful but I cannot (neither can anyone) help everyone to where everyone can see the beauty. I just feel empty and in a loop almost.
все эти песни напоминают мне старый городок в котором я жила, мне в нем было очень хорошо и уютно до того, как родители меня перевезли в другую страну, да что там страну, на другой континент. я оставила там всех своих друзей и родных, не считая своих родителей конечно, теперь я каждую ночь слушаю плейлист и вспоминаю свой уютный и родной питер. и радостно и грустно.
я общался с лучшей подругой на личные темы и в какой-то момент она сказала "теперь понятно почему у тебя нет друзей". я решил выйти из сети на пару дней и нашел этот плейлист
Every flower is a display of beautiful petals that capture the adoration and gaze of its viewer. The most popular of which comes from a forest of thorns, the rose. Funerals, Valentine’s Day, and romantic outings are just some occasions on which a rose can be seen. At times they’re white, sometimes red, and, heck, even yellow. Roses are a sign of friendship, love, and loss. A beauty only we can admire for its thorns repel any animal that tries to approach it. Unlike them, the rose's beauty captures us and lures us in. Regardless of their spikes, we still grow and gift them. Their spikes are removed before they even reach the market. No one wants a spiky rose. Some people grow them and pluck them with the thorns and all. They believe these deliver nutrients to the plant, keeping it alive for longer. Though, as all said, no one dares to give a spiky rose. One gentle stroke, and you’ll get pricked, resulting in a small, painful injury. “Flowers are delicate plants.” but the thorns with which they are surrounded beg to differ. The rose is a strong plant that can maintain and protect itself. But what if there were no thorns? Underneath all its defenses (which aren’t many), the rose is another fragile exhibit of nature's beauty. We remove the thorns because doing so diminishes the risk of injury. Removing the thorns, stripping the rose of its protection, all for the sake of a nice counterpiece. Tarnishing its surface for a pretty sigh that will last no longer than a week. Roses are living organisms, much like us. And like the rose, we all cut off our thorns for the sake of likability. To be someone others can hold and admire. Most of us anyway. There are some that are riddled with spikes, puncturing anyone who dares to get close to them. Making them unable to be held. Sometimes it's anger. Sometimes it's not intentional; sometimes it's all they know. Others were born spikeless but eventually grew some after being damaged and rough-handled. Some have small spikes, and some have big spikes. Some are just temporary, and others are permanently held on too. Usually, depending on the extent of the injury they received. The spikeless have little to no tolerance or sympathy for the thorn-infested. “It was a long time ago," “It wasn’t that bad," and “Just get over it” are some words commonly said to the spiked. The spikeless might start off treating the thornful with sympathy, but due to a slow recovery pace or inability to function like the rest, they are often pushed aside and forgotten, being labeled as "toxic." Some of these “toxic” people are the most erratic of the bunch, going from having thick, long spikes and puncturing everyone in sight to being one of the most apologetic and empathetic flowers you’ll meet. A seemingly horrible and menacing person shifts to a beggar on their knees, praying for forgiveness in a matter of seconds. One day, they are invincible. No matter how bad things go, they never seem to get mad or lose their temper, but the next day they’re tying a noose over a stained shirt. They can go from being the most optimistic individual to the saddest person you know in a matter of minutes. This could make the smoothest of roses grow a spike or two, always on the edge for the next swing to knock them off their feet. This would put anyone in a state of distress and exhaustion. You don’t know what's coming next; you don’t know when it’s coming or why. Always being on your guard for the next temper eruption. Why would anyone stick around such a rose? A rose so many abhor? A rose that self-destructs one moment and preaches healthy habits the next. Such a turbulent, nerve wrecking person must be unhealthy to be around. Why stick around? Is it because they were once a mentally grounded, fun rose to be around?
@@yangon963 I perfected it. Every flower showcases beautiful petals that captivate the gaze and admiration of its viewers. Among them, the rose stands out, often found amidst a forest of thorns. At funerals, on lover’s day, or during romantic dates, roses appear in hues of white, red, or yellow, symbolizing friendship, love, and loss. Their beauty is undeniable, though their thorns serve as a deterrent to those who would approach. Despite this, we grow and gift roses, removing their thorns before they reach the market. No one wants a spiky rose. Some believe that thorns nourish the plant, keeping it thriving for longer. Yet, no one dares to present a rose with its thorns intact. A single prick can cause a painful wound. "Flowers are delicate," they say, but the thorns challenge that notion. Without thorns, a rose is exposed and vulnerable, stripped of its natural defense for the sake of beauty; a fleeting display that may last no more than a week. Roses, like us, often shed their thorns to be more likable, to be held and admired. Some individuals are laden with emotional thorns, making them difficult to approach. Their spikes, whether of anger or defense, can wound those who come near. Others, initially without thorns, develop them through life’s hardships. The severity and permanence of these spikes vary, depending on the extent of their injuries. The spikeless often lack empathy for those with thorns. They may dismiss past pain with comments like, “It was a long time ago,” or “Just get over it.” While they may offer sympathy initially, they quickly grow impatient with slow recoveries and label the thorn-infested as “toxic.” Ironically, those with thorns can sometimes offer the most genuine support. Their own spikiness allows them to connect with others who share similar struggles, without causing additional harm. They may shift from being erratic and prickly to showing deep empathy and understanding. One moment they seem invincible, and the next, they are overwhelmed with despair. Their emotional fluctuations can be jarring, but they offer unique insight and connection to those who understand their plight. In the end, it’s often the thorny, turbulent roses that provide the most profound support to others. Their ability to relate to and assist others comes from their own deep, lived experience. Though their presence may be challenging, it is their willingness to reach out despite their own pain that makes them surprisingly effective companions. So, next time you encounter a rose, remember that even amidst its thorns, there can be profound beauty and support. In the shifting, thorn-infested lives of these roses, you may find the strength and empathy that truly resonate.
it doesnt get better. ive been dealing with this for 7 months on and off and when it disappears i think it has finally gotten better but it comes back again. i cant breathe im so tired of fighting myself and no one even knows. theres like a black hole eating inside me and everything just feels like a mild distraction from it. it feels like im going to get consumed by it and i cant do anything about it. i cannot do anything. i just want to fall asleep and never wake up i want to disappear so badly i dont know what to do.
Thing is, it does get better even if you have to wait 30 years and you might think well I don’t wanna wait 30 years but the outcome is amazing if you let it happen
Please try to remember this comment for as long as you can❤ Feel every emotion you have to in life, you need to cry and laugh as much as you fucking can, you can’t have one without the other so please please please feel sad so you can feel happy and feel happy so you can feel sad ♡ I’m so proud of you for existing this long, I hope you can lead yourself through the rest of your life knowing your worth ♡
@@_.that_weird0._0n_Ma1n_str3et_ oh u genuinely don’t know what the pfp is from?? it’s from a webtoon called Boyfriends that is like extremely problematic😭 the main thing it does is fetishizes gay men and the guy in ur pfp is Goth(i think???), who’s a character from it. most ppl who have pfps of it know what it is and support it(which is bad!!!) so i just assumed mb lmao
I constantly feel like I’m in a simulator, like there’s no heaven, hell or anything but I’m just some random immortal guy who got a VR headset stuck on
I tend to put songs on that help me feel my emotions out better when I am dissociating but this is actually so calming... Not really something to sleep to but definitely something to just daze out and get lost in. I like it a ton even if I'm not sure I'll listen to this often, it does its job. Maybe I'd personally use it as gaming music... Just to help submerse me into that. :3
вчера рассталась с парнем. я люблю его больше жизни и он меня любил. если бы я была чуточку умнее и сдержаннее, этого бы не случилось. я делала ему больно своими шутками, да и не только ими. не могу смириться с тем что случилось, представляю его рядом со мной. может, это не конец. быт может, мы увидимся, поговорим и всё уладим. но боюсь что это невозможно. прости меня, мой лучик. я так люблю моменты когда ты произносил моё имя. так ласково, с таким трепетом. я навсегда останусь твоей куколкой. буду любить и скучать. умоляю тебя, приходи ко мне во снах хоть иногда..
just music and people makes me feel something, i don't feel anything when i'm alone. I feel nothing, just an empty inside of me when i'm alone, but sometimes when i think about people i can feel something, or when i'm listening to music (i always do)
I feel as if im some kind of robot in a simulation where everyday it repeats. Pain, suffering, sadness. I have different personalities for everyone i meet. Which one is real? I dont even know who i am anymore. I feel like im not even a real person. Just a beating heart and a brain. Im forced to listen to everything i tell myself to do. I force myself to fit in and change everything. Is this real? Am i real? Is anything real? Does anyone care? Does anyone understand? Will anyone understand?
Everytime I have free time, I just make up scenarios. I dont read, I dont write, I just think about characters in my brain that have been there for years. And then I sometimes act like them. Its sorta therapeutic ig. When I cant think about those characters life just feels empty. Like I'm staring at a computer screen, watching a video. Sometimes I just forget to move. Its weird. I'm not sure if anything is real tbh. Maybe im just overreacting
I think my disassociation has been going on for so long I genuinely don’t think therapy is going to help. I have an appointment scheduled for this Thursday, but I really feel like I’ve let it go too far. :/
Yo solo quiero dejar de respirar, dejar de oir, dejar de sentir, dejar de vivir, dejar de llorar, dejar de creer, dejar de saber, dejar de ser, dejar de entender, dejar de recordar esos momentos, dejar de recaer cada vez mas fuerte que la anterior cuando todo iba tan bien, ya tenia metas, si sigo en vida no es por mi, es porque si muero pasarian muchas cosas, victimizaciones, tristezas absurdas, mentiras, algunas personas quedarian con dudas, las personas que me quieren y yo quiero estarian lastimadas, asi que no me llamen egoista, pero hay veces en las que siento que no todo el tiempo voy a poder seguir por los demas, porque... osea, esta bien que yo haga de todo para que ellos esten bien y se sientan bien, pero... ¿QUE HAY DE LO QUE YO SIENTO?. Personas me han dicho querer ayudarme, y en el primer intento se retiran sin decir nada, u otras se inventan alguna excusa creible para alguien tan tonto como yo, ¿sere yo el problema?... Ya denme el sueño eterno, quisiera dormir de una manera tan profunda en la que tarde dias, semanas, meses, años, o a lo mejor una eternidad sin despertar es lo que yo merezco...
I feel like my brain is full of paralyzing fog and I can't really see what's in front of me. My eyes are always so tired. I'm disconnected enough to be far too self aware, but still connected enough to feel. So I feel the need to express myself,but when i do, I see every flaw in the non-factual statements I make. I see hope as more of a thing I do for others rather than myself, because hope is an intrinsic part of me, not something I have to do for myself. Maybe losing some hope disconnected me from myself. Maybe that's why I feel so painfully numb, yet free. I've rambled. I've deleted parts that matter to me. I'll share it anyway. Maybe I'll regret it later.
listening to this hits when your verbally/mentally abusive father insults you and does every bad thing impossible, your friend thinks you were mocking her dead cousin, and you just ended 3 and maybe 4 close friendships.
I'm not even a human anymore I don't know who I am or what am I. I don't know how to feel anymore All Pictures of me Smiling or not it gets so hard to remember...
I never could understand myself, mine personality, feelings, issues. I always would and will take from existing characters quirks, traits and find them the best way to basically explain my issues. It keep happening for so long that I don't care anymore to learn my actual personality if there's even one and not just awful mix of traits of the fictional characters and celebrities.
Is it weird to want something so badly you cry yourself till your eyes resemble dust in the morning, but be chronically unable to get up and do the work for it???? Its been getting worse, i want to get better grades and im ready to give it my all but then suddenly its 9am in the morning, i have 7 assignments i procrastinated on and i still cant force myself to get my ass up. I have an exam i couldnt get myself to tudy properly and there is absolutely no hope for me is there
Dissociating is scary, when I first dissociated it felt like I was being waken up from a coma-like dream, I felt like falling of just magically waking up from a coma. Even worse it was in the middle of the field 😭
Some people prey on young children. Protect those you love, don't become those you hate, and you'll always be enough. If not to someone, to yourself. You are more than 'enough'
im not sure if this is considered being dissociated, but sometimes i look in the mirror and just forget that what i see is me like i just think im watching a movie from outside the world and forget that im seeing things from my own perspective and that its me experiencing all of this.
I remember basing my personality off of fictional characters all through out middle school. At one point I became friends with the popular girls. Then I realized how boring it was. Now I’m just making my personality for me
Someone make a Spotify playlist of this
i have made similar playlist of it, there is just more songs so ye but there is the link :
open.spotify.com/playlist/51VS3wnzrvFAoX5rKgAgVN?si=fcab38c2588f44fc
@@katthecat2420 thank you :3
Dissociating is so weird, especially if you feel like you aren't in control of your own body, like it's just running on autopilot
when youre talking to someone and your head feels like its in .5 mode
and then someone says something to you and you break out of it, and suddenly the haze is gone and you can barely see through the brain fog
it kinda feels nice for a few seconds before you completely feel nothing is real
@@Juniper.berry_ this is the best way ive ever seen someone explain this omg
real
the way the edit in the back is on beat with the songs is rlly impressive
i have no idea how they managed to find an edit that matched with so many songs its amazing!!
i remember when i was younger i would make characters and steal their personalities too see which one matched me best
no way same
Same?!
instead i borrowed already existing characters believing they are me and thinking this world is not real.
What if the world isn't real@@shalmiroy
@@Yumii_221 i hope
i sold my soul for happiness, but i didnt think of how can i feel happy without a soul. now, because of myself i dont have both. i just have a body and a mouth which moves on their own. i cant feel like im living. once, when i was six or seven, i tried to cut my ears because of how loud my own thoughts and the other peoples talk or the silence itself are. i dont regret any second of that. i just regret that i couldnt cut my ears. present, wherever i am is just too quiet or too loud. but silence is louder than the word "loud"
Man that sounds deep but like wym u sold ur soul
@@thereallhatsunemikuLMAOOO OH GOD THAT MADE ME CACKLE
@@thereallhatsunemiku i didnt sold it w money, its just a cringe ass sentence cause i dont know how to start lol :D
Sometimes thinking of the universe make me feel dissociated, it's just too giant for us, we never will know the truth of it. Millions of galaxies, millions of solar systems and millions of planets, will we ever discover them?. Sometimes I'm starving of knowledge, I want to know everything about the space. And sometimes I wanna scape there, I want to be in the universe, just exploring, floating, crying, and knowing there is more than this boring life.
this might be the realest shit ive ever seen in a youtube comment
. "Because at some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life." my fav
Sometimes I forget if I’m daydreaming or actually seeing what’s in front of me, it’s so hard to live like this
for as long as i can remember I've always felt like i wasn't in control of my body, like I'm running on autopilot. Like life is just a show and someone is making choices for me, like my physical body is just a puppet. Everything feels distant as i can't touch it for real, everything i touch feels simulated. When i was 6, i remember asking my mom "isn't it weird that... we're physically here? that we really have a body?"
And what's really frustrating is that people misuse the actual medical terminology for dissociation, associating it with "being spaced out" when it's not like that at all. It's so much more than that.
Thanks for this playlist, it makes me feel a bit more understood
I hope ur doing good now :(
@@bacardib8280
DPDR by chance?
''How many times have you rewatched this?''
Me: yes.
It makes me feel worthless or meaningless, and fills me with sadness that the earth is beautiful but I cannot (neither can anyone) help everyone to where everyone can see the beauty. I just feel empty and in a loop almost.
Lmao when you have different personalities for different people and then you start forgetting which personality is the real one
I love these types of music, where it all feels so surreal, someone tell me the name of these types of music plss 🙏🙏🙏
Synthpop, Bitpop, Electroclash, Chiptune, Synth Punk - what I found
I misread that as "piss" HELP
все эти песни напоминают мне старый городок в котором я жила, мне в нем было очень хорошо и уютно до того, как родители меня перевезли в другую страну, да что там страну, на другой континент. я оставила там всех своих друзей и родных, не считая своих родителей конечно, теперь я каждую ночь слушаю плейлист и вспоминаю свой уютный и родной питер. и радостно и грустно.
where are you now?
@@laceynietzsche in us
こういう雰囲気のプレイリストを探してた！！！ありがとう！！！
я общался с лучшей подругой на личные темы и в какой-то момент она сказала "теперь понятно почему у тебя нет друзей". я решил выйти из сети на пару дней и нашел этот плейлист
I hope Google translate works for this but I hope your doing well! Find new friends other than them. Because those types aren’t good for you!
@@Roach_in_your_fridge спасибо, надеюсь у вас самые лучшие друзья. все заслуживают хороших друзей
А вот это самая ужасная подруга! Она даже не достойна такого имени, как 'лучшая подруга ' . Надеюсь что теперь тебе все хорошо☹❤
Надеюсь вы сейчас в порядке и чувствуете себя лучше. Если подруга продолжит подобное говорить, то лучше прекратить с ней общаться.
I NEED MORE PLAYLIST LIKE THIS, this is my therapy..
help wtf 😭🙏
Bro why are youtube comments so cringe
NO LITERALLY
IKR 😭🙏
They honestly aren’t that bad 🤷♀️
@@Vanilla_Perfumeloverthey are 🙏
@@aimeeissilly what’s so cringe abt them?
Every flower is a display of beautiful petals that capture the adoration and gaze of its viewer. The most popular of which comes from a forest of thorns, the rose. Funerals, Valentine’s Day, and romantic outings are just some occasions on which a rose can be seen. At times they’re white, sometimes red, and, heck, even yellow. Roses are a sign of friendship, love, and loss. A beauty only we can admire for its thorns repel any animal that tries to approach it. Unlike them, the rose's beauty captures us and lures us in. Regardless of their spikes, we still grow and gift them. Their spikes are removed before they even reach the market. No one wants a spiky rose.
Some people grow them and pluck them with the thorns and all. They believe these deliver nutrients to the plant, keeping it alive for longer. Though, as all said, no one dares to give a spiky rose. One gentle stroke, and you’ll get pricked, resulting in a small, painful injury. “Flowers are delicate plants.” but the thorns with which they are surrounded beg to differ. The rose is a strong plant that can maintain and protect itself. But what if there were no thorns? Underneath all its defenses (which aren’t many), the rose is another fragile exhibit of nature's beauty. We remove the thorns because doing so diminishes the risk of injury. Removing the thorns, stripping the rose of its protection, all for the sake of a nice counterpiece. Tarnishing its surface for a pretty sigh that will last no longer than a week.
Roses are living organisms, much like us. And like the rose, we all cut off our thorns for the sake of likability. To be someone others can hold and admire. Most of us anyway. There are some that are riddled with spikes, puncturing anyone who dares to get close to them. Making them unable to be held. Sometimes it's anger. Sometimes it's not intentional; sometimes it's all they know. Others were born spikeless but eventually grew some after being damaged and rough-handled. Some have small spikes, and some have big spikes. Some are just temporary, and others are permanently held on too. Usually, depending on the extent of the injury they received.
The spikeless have little to no tolerance or sympathy for the thorn-infested. “It was a long time ago," “It wasn’t that bad," and “Just get over it” are some words commonly said to the spiked. The spikeless might start off treating the thornful with sympathy, but due to a slow recovery pace or inability to function like the rest, they are often pushed aside and forgotten, being labeled as "toxic."
Some of these “toxic” people are the most erratic of the bunch, going from having thick, long spikes and puncturing everyone in sight to being one of the most apologetic and empathetic flowers you’ll meet. A seemingly horrible and menacing person shifts to a beggar on their knees, praying for forgiveness in a matter of seconds. One day, they are invincible. No matter how bad things go, they never seem to get mad or lose their temper, but the next day they’re tying a noose over a stained shirt. They can go from being the most optimistic individual to the saddest person you know in a matter of minutes.
This could make the smoothest of roses grow a spike or two, always on the edge for the next swing to knock them off their feet. This would put anyone in a state of distress and exhaustion. You don’t know what's coming next; you don’t know when it’s coming or why. Always being on your guard for the next temper eruption.
Why would anyone stick around such a rose? A rose so many abhor? A rose that self-destructs one moment and preaches healthy habits the next. Such a turbulent, nerve wrecking person must be unhealthy to be around. Why stick around? Is it because they were once a mentally grounded, fun rose to be around?
omg this is truly amazing, i never thought someone would explain such a confusing feeling, perfectly described in words. i love this A LOT!!!
@@yangon963 Thank you. Feel free to use it.
read it all :] 👍
WHOW(what+how)
@@yangon963 I perfected it.
Every flower showcases beautiful petals that captivate the gaze and admiration of its viewers. Among them, the rose stands out, often found amidst a forest of thorns. At funerals, on lover’s day, or during romantic dates, roses appear in hues of white, red, or yellow, symbolizing friendship, love, and loss. Their beauty is undeniable, though their thorns serve as a deterrent to those who would approach. Despite this, we grow and gift roses, removing their thorns before they reach the market. No one wants a spiky rose.
Some believe that thorns nourish the plant, keeping it thriving for longer. Yet, no one dares to present a rose with its thorns intact. A single prick can cause a painful wound. "Flowers are delicate," they say, but the thorns challenge that notion. Without thorns, a rose is exposed and vulnerable, stripped of its natural defense for the sake of beauty; a fleeting display that may last no more than a week.
Roses, like us, often shed their thorns to be more likable, to be held and admired. Some individuals are laden with emotional thorns, making them difficult to approach. Their spikes, whether of anger or defense, can wound those who come near. Others, initially without thorns, develop them through life’s hardships. The severity and permanence of these spikes vary, depending on the extent of their injuries.
The spikeless often lack empathy for those with thorns. They may dismiss past pain with comments like, “It was a long time ago,” or “Just get over it.” While they may offer sympathy initially, they quickly grow impatient with slow recoveries and label the thorn-infested as “toxic.”
Ironically, those with thorns can sometimes offer the most genuine support. Their own spikiness allows them to connect with others who share similar struggles, without causing additional harm. They may shift from being erratic and prickly to showing deep empathy and understanding. One moment they seem invincible, and the next, they are overwhelmed with despair. Their emotional fluctuations can be jarring, but they offer unique insight and connection to those who understand their plight.
In the end, it’s often the thorny, turbulent roses that provide the most profound support to others. Their ability to relate to and assist others comes from their own deep, lived experience. Though their presence may be challenging, it is their willingness to reach out despite their own pain that makes them surprisingly effective companions.
So, next time you encounter a rose, remember that even amidst its thorns, there can be profound beauty and support. In the shifting, thorn-infested lives of these roses, you may find the strength and empathy that truly resonate.
this playlist is perfect
I keep coming back, this playlist has me hooked.
gojo?
what the fuck fresh comments
realest comment I've seen so far
never thought id see a bsd fan here
the edit i swear is on beat with all the songs frrr
People are getting a lil too comfy in the comment section 😬
IM GOING TO PEEL EVERY BANANA, ORANGE, APPLE, FRUIT YOUD EVER WANTED MAN!!
Can you peel mine too?
@@Syarontm yeah dw, we can even enjoy the playlist together.
@@yogumogu can you peel minee :3 ?
@@imasimpforkelll of course!
U can't peel an apple
idk but this is such a good playlist to fall asleep to
😍👉🏽👈🏽 oh my greatness onichan this is so sigma
it doesnt get better. ive been dealing with this for 7 months on and off and when it disappears i think it has finally gotten better but it comes back again. i cant breathe im so tired of fighting myself and no one even knows. theres like a black hole eating inside me and everything just feels like a mild distraction from it. it feels like im going to get consumed by it and i cant do anything about it. i cannot do anything. i just want to fall asleep and never wake up i want to disappear so badly i dont know what to do.
Thing is, it does get better even if you have to wait 30 years and you might think well I don’t wanna wait 30 years but the outcome is amazing if you let it happen
Please try to remember this comment for as long as you can❤
Feel every emotion you have to in life, you need to cry and laugh as much as you fucking can, you can’t have one without the other so please please please feel sad so you can feel happy and feel happy so you can feel sad ♡
I’m so proud of you for existing this long, I hope you can lead yourself through the rest of your life knowing your worth ♡
im a simple person, i see fatal frame i click.
Me who picked a piece off of everyone I knows personality to add to my own to mask my real personality. :))
Heh same :]
You have a boyfriends pfp keep hiding it
@@anxietykin what? I’m not dating anyone and I just have this pfp cause I like it 💀 way to be judgemental 💀💀💀
@@_.that_weird0._0n_Ma1n_str3et_ oh u genuinely don’t know what the pfp is from?? it’s from a webtoon called Boyfriends that is like extremely problematic😭 the main thing it does is fetishizes gay men and the guy in ur pfp is Goth(i think???), who’s a character from it. most ppl who have pfps of it know what it is and support it(which is bad!!!) so i just assumed mb lmao
NEVER COMMENT AGAIN 🙏🙏🔥🔥🔥
I constantly feel like I’m in a simulator, like there’s no heaven, hell or anything but I’m just some random immortal guy who got a VR headset stuck on
@@AustinTheWeenieTickler i love playing vrrr
The world might as well be a simulation, like look at it and how do we know if there's even heaven or hell
The amazing digital circus ahh type insane
I tend to put songs on that help me feel my emotions out better when I am dissociating but this is actually so calming... Not really something to sleep to but definitely something to just daze out and get lost in. I like it a ton even if I'm not sure I'll listen to this often, it does its job. Maybe I'd personally use it as gaming music... Just to help submerse me into that. :3
вчера рассталась с парнем. я люблю его больше жизни и он меня любил. если бы я была чуточку умнее и сдержаннее, этого бы не случилось. я делала ему больно своими шутками, да и не только ими. не могу смириться с тем что случилось, представляю его рядом со мной. может, это не конец. быт может, мы увидимся, поговорим и всё уладим. но боюсь что это невозможно. прости меня, мой лучик. я так люблю моменты когда ты произносил моё имя. так ласково, с таким трепетом. я навсегда останусь твоей куколкой. буду любить и скучать. умоляю тебя, приходи ко мне во снах хоть иногда..
у меня в отношениях такое же было, мы поссорились два месяца назад, я до сих пор не могу отойти:(
Fatal Frame and epic music hits hard. Amazing Playlist!
I can't believe it when I saw it, it barely had 584 likes, it's incredible and I love this playlist, perfect for a long road trip :b
i have played this song on loop, i lost count of how many times it repeated
tysm for this playlist 10/10
Дякую,я файно поплакала
just music and people makes me feel something, i don't feel anything when i'm alone. I feel nothing, just an empty inside of me when i'm alone, but sometimes when i think about people i can feel something, or when i'm listening to music (i always do)
What if i just 18:06
i'm depressed and i love your videos !
using this for writing my bookkkkkk
If only I could feel weightless. This is the perfect playlist for that 🫀🫀🫀
The edit and the songs are on beat it itches my brain so good argajshf
0:00 yall should play it 1.25x or 0.75x its either good:)
this is so good I can't
@@idontlikeme2 thank you💞💞 ^^
this playlist is honestly the best playlist ever ❤
she deserve more subscribers guys!
oh my goodness this playlist is fantastic, i haven’t felt hopelessness from music like this in a while.
I feel as if im some kind of robot in a simulation where everyday it repeats. Pain, suffering, sadness. I have different personalities for everyone i meet. Which one is real? I dont even know who i am anymore. I feel like im not even a real person. Just a beating heart and a brain. Im forced to listen to everything i tell myself to do. I force myself to fit in and change everything. Is this real? Am i real? Is anything real? Does anyone care? Does anyone understand? Will anyone understand?
oh my god get off the internet cornball
Meow- 🐕🦺
Everytime I have free time, I just make up scenarios. I dont read, I dont write, I just think about characters in my brain that have been there for years. And then I sometimes act like them. Its sorta therapeutic ig. When I cant think about those characters life just feels empty. Like I'm staring at a computer screen, watching a video. Sometimes I just forget to move. Its weird. I'm not sure if anything is real tbh. Maybe im just overreacting
nah dude u aren't overreacting, are you okay?
i want to feel something.
the best ever
Bro are youtube comments just bots?
Boom chiki chiki bam bam 💥
I think my disassociation has been going on for so long I genuinely don’t think therapy is going to help. I have an appointment scheduled for this Thursday, but I really feel like I’ve let it go too far. :/
Иностранные плейлисты гораздо атмосфернее русских, так еще и так интересно комментарии читать 🫧
ХАхвахаха, я щас и занимаюсь этим
im not russian but i do understand russian because of my family ^^ i hope u enjoyed my playlist
Yo solo quiero dejar de respirar, dejar de oir, dejar de sentir, dejar de vivir, dejar de llorar, dejar de creer, dejar de saber, dejar de ser, dejar de entender, dejar de recordar esos momentos, dejar de recaer cada vez mas fuerte que la anterior cuando todo iba tan bien, ya tenia metas, si sigo en vida no es por mi, es porque si muero pasarian muchas cosas, victimizaciones, tristezas absurdas, mentiras, algunas personas quedarian con dudas, las personas que me quieren y yo quiero estarian lastimadas, asi que no me llamen egoista, pero hay veces en las que siento que no todo el tiempo voy a poder seguir por los demas, porque... osea, esta bien que yo haga de todo para que ellos esten bien y se sientan bien, pero... ¿QUE HAY DE LO QUE YO SIENTO?.
Personas me han dicho querer ayudarme, y en el primer intento se retiran sin decir nada, u otras se inventan alguna excusa creible para alguien tan tonto como yo, ¿sere yo el problema?...
Ya denme el sueño eterno, quisiera dormir de una manera tan profunda en la que tarde dias, semanas, meses, años, o a lo mejor una eternidad sin despertar es lo que yo merezco...
Same
fire playlist🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
I thought it said dislocated 💀💀
I'm so interested in this music
love it
need more playlists like thiss
apparently dissociating is a big fat sign of a mental illness💕🥰
I feel like my brain is full of paralyzing fog and I can't really see what's in front of me. My eyes are always so tired. I'm disconnected enough to be far too self aware, but still connected enough to feel. So I feel the need to express myself,but when i do, I see every flaw in the non-factual statements I make.
I see hope as more of a thing I do for others rather than myself, because hope is an intrinsic part of me, not something I have to do for myself. Maybe losing some hope disconnected me from myself. Maybe that's why I feel so painfully numb, yet free.
I've rambled. I've deleted parts that matter to me. I'll share it anyway. Maybe I'll regret it later.
I love this playlist when I’m outside doing nothing or walking
Thank you! I needed this today-
i aint listening to this 🙏😭i dont wanna hang myself rn
I made a playlist like this before watching this video, I can listen to this song without getting, ty
You know song name?
listening to this hits when your verbally/mentally abusive father insults you and does every bad thing impossible, your friend thinks you were mocking her dead cousin, and you just ended 3 and maybe 4 close friendships.
I hope you feel better now
@@whthoutyou thanks, haven't felt any better though. just lost 4 more friends.. been really lonely
I have this playlist on repeat now ;P (Question: Where are the visuals from?)
@@p43yun thank youu💞 i found that edit in pinterest and idk by who😭
@@katthecat2420 Oh alr, I just thought it looked familiar, like if it was from a donghua or smth, thanks!
I just found out, it's from a game called fatal frame :o
congrats on 1k subs!
The edit is a cool horror game
She deserve more likes and subscribers!
Sometime i felt like im in the sky, but i wished that i would be below the ground.
I'm not even a human anymore I don't know who I am or what am I. I don't know how to feel anymore All Pictures of me Smiling or not it gets so hard to remember...
I don't know anymore.
I never could understand myself, mine personality, feelings, issues. I always would and will take from existing characters quirks, traits and find them the best way to basically explain my issues. It keep happening for so long that I don't care anymore to learn my actual personality if there's even one and not just awful mix of traits of the fictional characters and celebrities.
love the edit!!
i feel weird
For real.
song are nice
Is it weird to want something so badly you cry yourself till your eyes resemble dust in the morning, but be chronically unable to get up and do the work for it????
Its been getting worse, i want to get better grades and im ready to give it my all but then suddenly its 9am in the morning, i have 7 assignments i procrastinated on and i still cant force myself to get my ass up.
I have an exam i couldnt get myself to tudy properly and there is absolutely no hope for me is there
dude i got to the point where i don't feel the pain anymore what's happening to me it made me laugh at first now i can't sleep anymore
GRASH DARN IT HEADPHONES GET LOUDER 😤😤😤
heh, skibidi toilet.
@@saitospicy what the sigma…
youʼre so skibidi for that
Erm what the fanum kai cenat skibidi toilet sigma rizz?
Crystal castle is the best.
@@Pastel_Iris.01 real
the clash between steel and wood,
paper trails dance in the night sky
endless fluorescence
I come to this every night and I feel scared because I might randomly have sleep paralysis but I still listen to it
I don't know.
Dissociating is scary, when I first dissociated it felt like I was being waken up from a coma-like dream, I felt like falling of just magically waking up from a coma. Even worse it was in the middle of the field 😭
this is so good thank you for making this💕💕💕(^o^)
НЕЕЕТ ТОЛЬКО НЕ ЭТО КАК ЖЕ ТАК...
Therapy 🎀
real
ill never be enough loll
don't say that love :(
Some people prey on young children. Protect those you love, don't become those you hate, and you'll always be enough. If not to someone, to yourself. You are more than 'enough'
im not sure if this is considered being dissociated, but sometimes i look in the mirror and just forget that what i see is me like i just think im watching a movie from outside the world and forget that im seeing things from my own perspective and that its me experiencing all of this.
🎀
I remember basing my personality off of fictional characters all through out middle school. At one point I became friends with the popular girls. Then I realized how boring it was. Now I’m just making my personality for me
Eeeee❤❤😂 ! Greatness vie