The Joke Is On You

You were conned.

Sold the idea that you’re someone worth fixing, improving, branding. But the joke is on you,

there is no one there.

You wasted years sculpting a self that doesn’t exist.

Your beliefs? Lies.

Your identity? A costume.

The real doesn’t need therapy, success, or healing, it needs no name at all.

Liberation isn’t beautiful.

It’s annihilation.

You don’t find your true self.

You lose everything you thought you were, and realize you were never anyone to begin with.

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Joke's on you, because that's exactly what I didn't do. The deception went deep. So deep, that it didn't make sense. I spent years fighting assholes and trying to make sense of a situatiom while under constant attack.

No beliefs. No costume. No fixing necessary.

You know what's a joke: hearing people months and years on end trying to convince people based on false arguments.

- Consequences of abuse? Nah, by all means call them anything but a victim.

- Hearing people begging the abusers as if they're the most benevolent people in the world.

- Frustrated? No, if it's directed at an abuser, they feel victimized.

- Of course, abusers are hesitant now, because they knowingly and willingly engaged in YEARS of abusive practices.

- Etc.

I cannot be fixed. Because there is fundamentally nothing to fix.