I made a post that I’ve got linked in my bio. Some shit went sideways, very very sideways, and I’ve been struggling to get through it for a hot minute. After getting to a point of desperation I posted about it on Lemmy and the reaction was… well to say overwhelming would be an understatement. Thus all the thanks <3

I’m an idiot. So we shall see

I blame myself to be honest

Bad comedians

I made a post that I’ve got linked in my bio. Some shit went sideways, very very sideways, and I’ve been struggling to get through it for a hot minute. After getting to a point of desperation I posted about it on Lemmy and the reaction was… well to say overwhelming would be an understatement.

If Hell is where he isn’t, then boy am I glad to go there.

An instance of stochastic terrorists. Fantastic.

I don’t want to cook them, I want to vaporize them. Or, hurl them through the atmosphere at mach cunt

In every conceivable fucking way. And that is exactly why I’m lying in bed at 8.15pm once again considering suicide. Suicide that I cannot go through with because I have a cat. The literal only reason.

Honestly, that is kind of how I am feeling at the moment. Sincerely, an alcoholic three years sober.

Oh my god, I totally forgot about this. People were even asking my advice to because I used to post so much at the time. This shit just fell off the face of the planet.

That’s just me every day. You’re not special.

Mom! This post doesn’t reach my extremely high quality that I require for the label of turd!

Oh no, some shit got in my shit post, however will we deal with his inhumane travesty.

I need to know the address so I can kill this bitch. They’re muscling in on my turf. Dicks are my domain. Cavalcade of cock. Parade of Penis. A ziggurat of Zambonies, but I don’t know, I ran out of ideas.

How dare his shitpost be shitty?

Well now you leave me with a conundrum. For I want hot dogs, yet do not have hot dogs. I demand you send me hot dogs. Or a big fat juicy dick. I’d be okay with that too.

That colored line is not the heart rate. It’s the walking speed.

Personally, I’m hoping that I fail. Not like there’s a ton of things that are going right in my life in the first place. Do not wake me up when September ends. In fact, make it end sooner for me by putting a bullet in between my eyes.

I stand by it. If you do a system format on his brain then he cute but him choosing to be himself every day just ruins it all