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I don’t know why kid me was under the impression that turning 18 would magically improve my life

At least I get really cool visual snow when I’m stressed out

Feels like every time someone has deeply hurt me they have more or less walked off while I’m always the one who ends up rolling around in my own spit on the floor or something equally pathetic.

It’s just been getting progressively worse which isn’t surprising because this kind of complex is basically designed to lead you to abrupt suicide. But even then since my pains are invisible no one really has to care.

I think I have the worst psychological complex known to man. I will have insane breakdowns over repressed pain and then go out of my way to make sure no one ever knows about it so I can progressively break my psyche while remaining invisible to everyone else

Ok I reread Okaeri Alice like a week ago and it’s still so peak omg

I know bloat is god punishing me for the sin of gluttony but oough it hurtss send help

how are bisexuals supposed to figure out if they wanna read yaoi or yuri

Can you tell that I didn't like the movie

This is the sloppiest, most indulgent piece of shit I've watched in my entire life. A deeply difficult watch, and not just because of its length(5 hrs). So shameless and degenerate thats the content within it borders on(and eventually eclipses that of) transphobic parody. 0/10

food has got to be the biggest scam ever. Im almost never hungry naturally but ill get bored and eat and its ok-pretty good and then i eat a little more and get bloated and want to kill myself

I play guitar and read feminist literature...if I was evil I'd literally be the greatest male manipulator in the tri-state area

One hell of a reading list

I read this book solely because of the whole "androgynous community" thing btw

mfw when no artsy sensitive curly haired young man to prey on... why even live

Andrea Dworkin in the afterlife watching the current state of radical feminism:

Why is Twitter offering me money what the fuck is this

I do wonder if there is a point in trying to be understood when a unique, incomplete version of you exists within the heads of anyone who has met you, or heard of you. not cooly at all :<

It’s probably better anyways to be like this: living by my values and ideals which should, by my own standards, lead to me “goodness” naturally, rather than feeling constricted, trying to be the “best” version of yourself on every scenario at the cost of your humanity

I feel strangely happy. I think I need to take this period as a lesson to stop being such a sniveling people-pleaser and trying to defend or bring “nuance” to what is so plainly obvious to everyone else. There is no need for me to live feeling split between two modes