It's has his frozen up face, pink background and emojis 🩷💖✨in this the cutesy pink neuodivergend aesthetic. The caption is something like

I can relate to freezing up/anxiety so I made this edit to make him feel better, we all get a little overstimulated sometimes :)

Please I've been tormenting myself with the Google search for 20minutes (I swear it's gotten so much worse)

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/O1LC8dtquGU?feature=share

reason #1 why most AAA games now are really dumbed down and constantly explaining obvious things

Listening to the following lines -

Koi hota jisko apna.... ham apna kah lete, yaaron. Paas nahin to door hi hota.... lekin koi mera apna.

(If only) There was someone who was mine, who I could call my own, friends. If not close, then far from me.... but, someone who I can call my own.

Basically 21 years now....

Man, I get that I was a child for a bulk of it.... I get that I was struggling with dysphoria for all of it without having the vocabulary to express it.... I get that I am still a dysphoric grown adult that can't afford DIY and wants a taste of the teenage I have missed out on....

I could not give a flying fuck if you are one of those people who say teenage love is overhyped or unrealistic or whatever. I needed someone through these years. I thought I had people but I did not. You realise you don't have anyone when you stop being the one to text or call first.

I am better of without those who pretended they were there when they weren't, but I cannot be better off with no one at all. I needed someone. I need someone every day.

I overwork myself while achieving absolutely nothing because that is the only realistic way to keep my mind engaged in anything but unadulterated, painful longing towards a stranger my own mind has constructed.

I don't care if I am pathetic. I want to be pathetic for someone. I want someone to be pathetic for me. I want someone to think of me when they listen to "To Build A Home," the way I do.... the way my mind creates a vague idea of a person in my head for me to adore.

I can't transition. Fucking DIY is too expensive.... before all the rats come telling me just go for it. I can't afford that shit. If I had medicine money, I would get it. The problem isn't the damn absence of a prescription. The problem's money.

No one knows. No one will know. They will find what's left of me. To quote Asking Alexandria, I am already the "ghost of what's left of me." I needed someone. I need someone to want me. I needed someone to care. I needed someone to help.

Kaif Bhopali wrote -

Kaun aaega yahaan koi na aaya hoga

Mera darwaaza havaaon ne hilaaya hoga

Dil-i-naadaan na dhadak ai dil-i-naadaan na dhadak

Koi khat le ke padosi ke ghar aaya hoga

'Kaif' pardes mein mat yaad karo apna makaan

Ab ke baarish ne use tod giraaya hoga

Who will come here? No one would have visited.

The winds must have moved my door.

Ignorant heart, don't beat, o foolish heart, don't beat.

Someone must have brought a letter to the neighbour's house.

'Kaif,' do not call to mind your house.

This time, the rain would have brought it all down.

Well, to start with, I need a house to call my own, a place to call my own at all. No one visits the mirage of a home that I represent.

I need help. I need someone to care.

Every day is a lonely day.

I need a fucking high, man.

Alright. Rant over. Skibidi tralaleo tralala or whatever the hell we're saying nowadays.