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Incredible. The sheer amount of effort going into this. Hardware. Licensed games. They finally got all the handwritten letters i wrote

i can’t ask any of my classmates for homework help anymore. the psychosis is fully gripping me now

ugh. god. car crash. i keep waking up with the jolt of the impact in my body. couldn’t sit in the car as a passenger yesterday without freaking out any time break lights were ahead of me

she is gods righteous sword truly

the quiet, sinking proof that i harbor no ships in my precipice of a port

this shame is the only thing i can truly claim as mine

i can already see the damage in the eyes of those who trusted me to have a shore

i am porous. i absorb the wants of others until i am nothing but a vessel for their needs, and the overflow is the havoc i wreak upon the world

my lack of boundaries is going to bloom into a cataclysmic tornado of desperate and perfunctory measures, leaving a tearful trail of collateral damage in its wake

i don’t think i have anything left to scrape off of the lining of my stomach. i am tired, and there is nothing left to note. there is nothing left but this dark room and the happenstance collection of atoms adorned with red that occupies it

i can’t even express what i want to, because i haven’t consumed enough writing over the years to fuel the words i could’ve forged together into meaning. i think we are all fundamentally alone in our own words; they intersect only upon passing occasions. i am sorry to everyone i have ever known

i don’t know anything. i can’t remember much of anything from my life, or anything i deem worthy enough. i’ve run away from the world and other people, when i could’ve gained so much more to attribute to my individuality. i need time, time to just sit in this dark room and sink into my own chasm

i’m working 4 jobs on campus right now, all of them are tutoring jobs. i feel like i’m in no state to be in a position of mild authority. i look into the mirror and my fave is melting off, i could smudge the glass and the clay-like paint would flake off onto my thumb

i’ve distantly liked, admired, loved this mutual.. once a mutual, for 7 years now. they didn’t follow me back when they moved to bluesky. i don’t think they know who i am. some of the emotions they’ve disclosed nested deeply in the crevices of my mind, and now i can never let their humanity go

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I can't believe an enemy in this dungeon is just a hot girl smoking weed. She hasn't even done anything in any of the encounters she just smokes and dies

Gavin Newsom needing to botfarm a fake & gay Twitter clone because too many people are three years out calling him “absolute dogshit” and “more or less a serial killer” is like maybe second or third most disqualifying thing about him after “horrible policies” and “runs a podcast”

"u don't seem socially awkward online" i literally have all the time in the world to think of how to reply. an immediate response is unnecessary. but if i take hours to respond at the drive thru that becomes an issue for some reason

go to your shift at the front desk in the morning. bring all your hw. do not accomplish a SINGLE problem in that entire duration of time. you will wait until 10pm to submit your workplace certification icebreaker discussion due at midnight

stay at the stem center until it closes at 5. ask your old professor for help with the assignment you haven’t started. no one will pick you up until 7? leave now then i guess. no professor help. being asked to go to monterey to pick up a BMW? sure. you could refuse but you just bring your hw along

1920s gangster: yeah boys we're gonna go murder some people tonight we're gonna be death incarnate hey turn on the radio let's get in da mood for blood
Radio: buzzy buzzy bee/ the bee goes buzz/ whoop whoop whoopee/ that's what the bee does

im sorry but video games just aren’t profitable….. call of duty only made ceo doug duty 20000000 dollars this year so you can see why we have to fire everybody

statistically valentine’s day is the safest day on the road because none of the cybertrucks have anywhere to be

i'm shitting and farting SO hard

looking for someone to reenact the spaghetti scene from lady and the tramp with except it's a giant churro

no weirdos

doug dimmadome's dimensional analysis

dude i was drunk as shit when i posted this wait i'm replying from my main ehhhh whatever. watever

i do not draw NEARLY as much as i did as a tortured teenager