Did you ever know my name?
A Southern City
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Getting suggested tweets about puppydoll's death and seeing the replies "I wish I could have known it better" feels so empty with how flighty everyone's interests and loyalties are...
This is what I've felt like, in Twitter, on my own founded discord server, in private conversations...
I can scream and cry and beg and beg and beg and it disappears it just disappears and vanishes and somehow time has passed even though no events to count have passed
Twitter is the worst of it maybe... 1,700 remaining followers, honestly no idea how many are real or active or whatever. No idea. Passivity.
Writing fiction, unraveling mental illness, think-tanking about society, thirst posting, even great pics of me riding dick kinda go nowhere
I can SEE the words on the screen. I can FEEL how hoarse my throat is from crying. I can remember everything that never happened. I'm in a parallel world.
Because the point has never been "is what is going on right now okay" that's too simple, instead it's fixation on "is what is going on ALWAYS okay" - since it could be dangerous with a man and woman, all situations have to be treated as such.
I see this show up all the time with drug talk. Video of two girls doing lines? It gets flipped into "how would you feel if both girls overdosed and died on screen" because that danger COULD exist, it therefore ALWAYS exists.
