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Do whatever you're most comfortable with.

Have you considered getting help?

Would you rather they just draw penises on the superchargers to show they hate musk?

r/browsers misses the point yet again!

Ecstasy.

Like sure, a single point in a sea of mostly valid ones. But steam is nowhere near the least censorship-ful platform.

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I wouldn't say no to five grand but at the expense of literally all that is sacred and holy... I dunno man.

take THAT democrats! Instead of having money being spent on a specific purpose that makes the money go to a good thing, we're just going to make the problem worse!

Look at all that grammar.

I love when people reply to posts with "I don't care" it really just proves that people think that engaging with every post they see on their feed should take precedent of just understanding that something not mattering to you matters just as little to you as the thing you're commenting on.

I hope you live the happiest life imaginable and forget about me.

I wish you the best.

I wish I could have been patient.

I wish I could take it back and have you as a friend right now.

I, being obsessed and not in the right mind, couldn't give you that.

It must have been disappointing how I handled things. You laid out a week after what you felt and what you wanted: space.

I was very unsure and probably not in the best mind when this happened, and I haven't had the heart to reread my journal from around that time because even thinking about this has made me emotional.

It's funny. The one thing I didn't expect was a breakup that took longer than the relationship itself.

I remember the drawn out uncertainty that followed that night. Weeks of not knowing if what happened was going to be a happy memory, being the basis for a strong love, or if it would end as quickly as it started.

I've thought about that moment, that high that I'll be chasing forever more times than I can count. I hope you're happy, because that's what matters.

I said over and over again that it was more your decision than it was mine, because you were the reason anything ever happened. I loved you, and I know you didn't mean to hurt me.

I wish I could go back and fix things, slow down, reign in the feelings I felt if only to make the rejection hurt less.

I don't blame you.

That moment has haunted me. If I could go back and blind myself to this new sense I've been given, I would. In a heartbeat I would. I would not wish this new sense of loneliness on those I hate most.

For but a moment, you were all I knew. I felt as if a doorway in my mind I either forgot about or never knew opened. Inside was the knowledge that simply being there was enough. That if I could spend the rest of my life with you, I would do it.

And yet, you go on.

Naught to naught. No way of ending with more than you started with. All else fades on the stage of your (remarkably eventful) life. You take the hand of whomever you managed to con into coming to your hospital bed, you breathe your last... and you stop. How does it feel?

If I start smoking, it'll be for the ✨ a e s t h e t i c ✨. Not for the addictive pleasure of breathing deep in, and slowly out.