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The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
And now I want to die.
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yes
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where someone can push someone so far.
I just like me in the background with two drinks.
Not because it’s you. I love you like no other, and I’m sure I’ll never love more. But I despise myself for taking photos, wasting time. When I look at them, It makes me wonder why I wasn’t next to you, clinging onto you. Why was I waiting for you to smile, when you never do that for photos and you smiled so much when I wasn’t behind my lens. I wasted so much time. I wish I could go back so badly and destroy my camera, or drop it into the Mon; Spend more time with you, and look at you with my own eyes. Thinking about selling my camera before I see you again. But it just always feels right at the time to try and savor those moments so well.
I hate my camera, it’s worse than the pills I take.
I’m so frustrated right now.
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I hate cigarettes. I want to smoke one so bad, but I hate the way they make my hair smell. :(
This made me unbelievably excited.
This is the view from outside of my soon-to-be University’s library.
I finally found something and someone to live for, and my mum does something to make me want to get in my tub and cut my wrists.
WHY.
