whatevs
Mining for copium in the weirdest places.
- Jan 15, 2022
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I think it was over a year ago that I cried bitterly in solitude about crushing loneliness. I did it again today in the bathroom. As a fanciful move, I decided to check out my face in the mirror after the crying session. My eyes were beautifully crimson and my eyebrows were locked in a perfectly archetypal mournful position.
My father came in as I walked out. He probably heard something. I brushed it off, why talk about it with him?
How I got here is simple to deduce. Alien interests, alien values, chronic fatigue, a sexual injury during developmental years. It's terrifying how many needs our prison cell bodies impose on us, sleep, food, water, hygiene, company, stimulation...
This is why they can coordinate a large scale conspiracy: we are all struggling to just feel normal, and just with the two variables of money and social attractiveness (or ostracism) they can beat almost anyone into submission.
Life is slavery but I don't want to die. Something's missing here, for sure. My mind isn't made up. I guess crying made me feel slightly better so that's why this is in recovery.
My father came in as I walked out. He probably heard something. I brushed it off, why talk about it with him?
How I got here is simple to deduce. Alien interests, alien values, chronic fatigue, a sexual injury during developmental years. It's terrifying how many needs our prison cell bodies impose on us, sleep, food, water, hygiene, company, stimulation...
This is why they can coordinate a large scale conspiracy: we are all struggling to just feel normal, and just with the two variables of money and social attractiveness (or ostracism) they can beat almost anyone into submission.
Life is slavery but I don't want to die. Something's missing here, for sure. My mind isn't made up. I guess crying made me feel slightly better so that's why this is in recovery.
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