hamato_mikey

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          	New art piece!
          	“Make me beautiful”
          	https://pin.it/5jFvUiEZn
          	
          	I struggled a lot with the face, so for the base of this work, I traced a picture of myself, everything else is hand drawn, in the picture, I had something else on.
          	
          	I forgot to talk about this art piece, when I had finished it, which is almost a week ago, but today I had a dream, which reminded me again.
          	
          	Apologies for my memory suffering, I am currently under a lot of stress, as I am looking forward to move out, which will be a LONG process.
          	
          	And while I was writing others, applying myself for shared rooms, I also noticed something which correlates with this piece.
          	
          	I seem to only advertise myself outwardly.
          	By being extra beautiful, by saying I cook and clean.
          	I never really try to get anyone to like ME.
          	
          	Beauty fades, with age, you may become too weak to cook or clean.
          	Then I have no worth left.
          	
          	Make me beautiful, because why would anyone be interested in ME?
          	I try to be useful, at least, some kind of eye candy as well.
          	
          	Just being quiet and looking pretty.
          	Just being quiet and doing my job, which is cooking and cleaning.
          	My self worth is extremely low, I notice.
          	
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hamato_mikey

*to expect, not do expect
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Forgot to describe my dream:
          	  
          	  I was tested for something and the results came back,
          	  They said:
          	  
          	  “Extremely beautiful person syndrome.
          	  Body puts all its resources in appearance.”
          	  Yes, science fiction, what else do expect?
          	  
          	  But it really got me, this is not just an ego talking, this was my low self worth sending me a message.
          	  
          	  Because in that dream I thought to myself:
          	  “At least I am nice to look at.”
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hamato_mikey

♦️♦️♦️
          
          New art piece!
          “Make me beautiful”
          https://pin.it/5jFvUiEZn
          
          I struggled a lot with the face, so for the base of this work, I traced a picture of myself, everything else is hand drawn, in the picture, I had something else on.
          
          I forgot to talk about this art piece, when I had finished it, which is almost a week ago, but today I had a dream, which reminded me again.
          
          Apologies for my memory suffering, I am currently under a lot of stress, as I am looking forward to move out, which will be a LONG process.
          
          And while I was writing others, applying myself for shared rooms, I also noticed something which correlates with this piece.
          
          I seem to only advertise myself outwardly.
          By being extra beautiful, by saying I cook and clean.
          I never really try to get anyone to like ME.
          
          Beauty fades, with age, you may become too weak to cook or clean.
          Then I have no worth left.
          
          Make me beautiful, because why would anyone be interested in ME?
          I try to be useful, at least, some kind of eye candy as well.
          
          Just being quiet and looking pretty.
          Just being quiet and doing my job, which is cooking and cleaning.
          My self worth is extremely low, I notice.
          
          ♦️♦️♦️
          
          

hamato_mikey

*to expect, not do expect
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Forgot to describe my dream:
            
            I was tested for something and the results came back,
            They said:
            
            “Extremely beautiful person syndrome.
            Body puts all its resources in appearance.”
            Yes, science fiction, what else do expect?
            
            But it really got me, this is not just an ego talking, this was my low self worth sending me a message.
            
            Because in that dream I thought to myself:
            “At least I am nice to look at.”
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hamato_mikey

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          New art piece!
          https://pin.it/1kwFZApUw
          “Your side will always be empty”
          
          I seem to process this world differently.
          Well, that is what everyone thinks, because we all wish to be unique and end up being the same.
          
          I meant the way I seem to perceive colours, everything is bright, garish even, low contrast, like a dream.
          This piece is just very reminiscent of such.
          
          I always buy things for a wife, I will never have.
          Have so many lip sticks, I wish to show off to her, I do not care for make up, so these things are just collecting dust in my backpack.
          
          Same as certain clothing pieces I have bought, because I cannot wear them in public.
          Neither can I wear them in private, because what is the use in them?
          
          Not really comfortable, just makes me look pretty, kind of a waste.
          Have a whole Picknick blanket, why?
          Because I thought I would find love, so I wanted to stay prepared.
          
          But everything is collecting dust.
          I actually wish to buy a double bed, my official reason is for comfort, but my secret, true reason is, that I wish to stay prepared for my dream wife.
          
          But her side will always be empty.
          Because such a sweet woman surely does exist.
          Not for me, I hope she makes a woman out there really happy, fills her with joy, loves her.
          
          “Love” is way more of an active verb in Turkish.
          To love a cat does not just mean emotionally, it also means petting.
          To love a baby also means to play with it.
          
          To love your wife…can mean anything positive.
          Most commonly used in adult context.
          I wish I could love my dream wife, but she is not for me to cherish and to be cherished by.
          
          I guess that is fine.
          All is well.
          I wish her the best.
          
          Even if my heart aches.
          
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hamato_mikey

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          You know…there is a reason, I keep on posting, despite no one ever reading my words.
          In hopes of someone finding this someday.
          
          Leaving behind some sort of legacy.
          I just noticed the absurdity of such thought.
          How exactly does this benefit me?
          
          Only serves to satisfy my ego.
          When I am dead, I am gone.
          Nothing left, I do not wish to be remembered.
          
          Because what purpose does it serve me?
          I will not even know it.
          If someone thinks of me, after I have passed.
          
          There is nothing you take to the grave.
          Only yourself.
          Not even clothes, traditionally, in Muslim fashion, you are wrapped in bandages and are lowered in a grave, without a coffin.
          
          There is nothing awaiting me, I will simply perish.
          I find that to be funny.
          I leave no impact on the world, yet my ego thought so.
          
          Many people think that, but they are not special either, only the very few.
          I mean nothing to this world and I am at peace with that.
          
          What hurts my human heart and soul is to know, I also mean nothing to humanity.
          What can I do?
          
          Force them?
          No, I am but a number.
          I will continue posting.
          
          I guess I will continue listening to my ego.
          
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hamato_mikey

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          New art piece
          “I hide in my imagination”
          https://pin.it/4oZaweEiM
          
          Back when I was a kid, I often imagined pretty things, cool things, interesting things.
          Only to escape this reality.
          
          Nothing really changed.
          Because when my nose was broken, I did the exact same thing.
          
          While she was crying, I kept on laughing.
          But it was not funny.
          In my imagination, my dream wife was holding my hand, comforting me.
          
          I could feel her hand, I could feel her warm breath, I could hear her soft voice, I was hiding in my imagination.
          
          Like I always do when things get difficult.
          Which seems to be a standard for me.
          
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Some time ago, the bus driver commented on me seeming so youthful for my age, he thought that I was a minor.
            
            Even the bus driver is noticing this.
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Man I lowkey do not care anymore, I was just sitting on my couch and drank 1L milk straight out of the carton.
            
            Now I continue sitting, less milk in the house.
            Why do we have so much?
            It remains a mystery, more for me to drink, I suppose.
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I have decided to end this book on this note.
            Seemed fitting.
            I will continue writing songs and poems.
            
            As long as I have something to say.
            But in a new book instead.
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          New art piece!
          “At least my room is pretty”
          https://pin.it/6gKjkZtb1
          
          I really bloomed for a while there.
          False awakening.
          I was never well, merely distracted.
          
          Everyday, my world is coming to an end.
          Tornadoes seem unmoving, when they are approaching you, I thought my issues had stopped.
          
          That was stupid of me to think.
          No, I was never “healing”.
          My sun is rising, but never does it fill me with warmth, only emptiness resides in my heart.
          
          Because I thought, I was becoming better, I started buying more pretty things, started indulging in my interests, before that, my walls were barren, empty, I saw no reason to decorate them.
          
          Now I have puzzles hung up, got new furniture, new clothes, new items, new art supplies, even got hundreds of stickers.
          
          However, I was never happy.
          Still, I appreciate this phase.
          At least my room is pretty.
          
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hamato_mikey

This song fits today’s piece quite well:
            “https://youtu.be/59jskdsARxw?si=0Y5KGWB9nSureuEJ”
            The caretaker - False memory syndrome
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hamato_mikey

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          27.July.2021 
          Now it has been officially 4 years without her.
          It feels so unreal.
          
          I always knew of death, I never thought it would hit someone I knew, someone dear to me, I always assumed, it was something, others experienced.
          
          Most importantly, I did not expect her to go so soon.
          She was only 19 years old.
          Still her whole life ahead of her.
          
          Yet it ended.
          I was not a good friend to her.
          Yet my love for her will always remain strong.
          
          Was a ray of sunshine in this world, had so much good in her, not one evil bone inside of her, truly best of the best.
          
          Seni özlüyorum, canım kuzenim, canım arkadaşım. 
          Nasılda seni severdim, hiçbir zaman unutmam, unutamamda, kalbim her gün kan alıyor.
          
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hamato_mikey

Just read:
            “Wer bin ich und wenn ja, wie viele?”
            10/10.
            
            Philosophical graphic novel.
            Very fascinating concepts, questions, I have yet to answer myself.
            I recommend it.
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I must accept the tragedy of my life, always claiming to heal, I am not healing anything.
            Some lives are just depressing.
            
            And there is nothing more to them.
            Mine is one of them.
            I used to claim, my life got better.
            
            To some extent it did, the deep depression residing inside my heart has not left me however, me being an idealist, I just focused on the positive.
            
            My world has been ending since 2015.
            10 years, it is so over.
            I wish for him to get healthier.
            
            So much so, I sacrifice my deepest desire, to be loved.
            May such fate never find me, this is my payment.
            
            May I suffer forever for I wish so greatly for him to recover.
            I allow these desires to even haunt me, remind me of my sacrifice.
            
            As long as he gets better.
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          New art piece!
          “Never to be found”
          https://pin.it/3Hi60K1Fo
          
          I started creating this piece last week.
          But it got late, so I finished it today.
          Today, I relapsed.
          
          Was 2 years clean from sh.
          So what little I had left of this art piece, I approached with a certain deeper sadness.
          
          I believe, I am unlovable.
          Based on all the data I have collected so far, based on my calculations, I truly am.
          
          My intuition is almost always correct, it is very strong.
          Which is why I relapsed today.
          I guess I spiralled.
          
          Because I always believed that.
          Today, it hurt a little worse, I guess.
          I am in the deep part of a forest.
          
          Leaves and grass are blending together.
          I sit in an abandoned pool.
          Never to be found.
          
          Is this some sort of dream?
          Nothing feels real.
          Wonder who am “I”?
          
          This person does not exist, because nothing exists.
          It is all a dream, perhaps even a hallucination, who knows at this point even anymore.
          
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hamato_mikey

Saw someone walk their dog today.
            At 6 in the morning in the rain.
            Nothing can stop these owners, I always see at least one.
            
            I tweaked a little and then decided to scream: “AHHHHHHHHH!”
            Everyone was looking, I continued walking, as if nothing happened.
            
            Eh nothing too unusual here.
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