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[lime_gl0wstix]

I can't remember anything. Nothing stands out or sticks in my head like it used to. I once had a photographic memory that would isolate and preserve every moment of significance in my life. My mental archives are blurry, and what I attempt to remember is lost in a sea of nostalgia or incoherent, split-second fragments of sensations or feelings

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[citizen_grub]

I understand how you feel about the way Tho-Bro's been going for the past few months, Rita. When something becomes such an important aspect of your life as a community like that, it really hurts when it starts slowly splintering, eventually fragmenting to the point where it's only a shadow of what it used to be. I'm not gonna say, "that's just how web communities are," because you know what? Whether it's common(or even somewhat expected) or not, it still hurts. It results in you feeling like you've lost a place where you belong, and for people who for whatever reason don't feel like they click with most of the world around them, it can be a potentially devastating loss

[lime_gl0wstix]

Thanks, Grubba :>

[lime_gl0wstix]

I haven't and should definitely try it. The problem is that the longest they're ever around is less than 3 seconds, and oftentimes it happens so quickly that they're gone before I can register a thought. A lot of the time they appear in the blink of an eye, like a subliminal message. The longest one has ever been around was the one hovering above me (about a full 20 seconds), and I was too uneasy and tired to ask it anything. I quickly threw my covers over my head and when I removed them a few seconds later, it was still there. I leaned toward it and it rushed backward to the window and disappeared.

I think I first started seeing them noticeably in 9th grade, peaking in 11th during a month where I had lots of stress, little sleep, and very active nightmares. I'm hoping they're a byproduct of stress, but they seem to show up even when I'm feeling fine (though not as often as when I'm stressed).

[reivena]

I used to be really afraid of the shadow people as well, but over time for me it grew into a strange curiosity as well. Now I'm used to seeing them, although I don't really welcome them being there. I've had times where they came close enough to me between wake and sleep that I could feel them, and once the sleep paralysis or cataplexy or whatever went away from my fear of them, all I felt was indescribable cold. I wish I knew what they really wanted, or why they were hanging around. I think it would stop me from feeling so uneasy about it