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How do you convince yourself you have something worth saying? To pre accept the negative feedback, misinterpretation of your ideas, and the self-criticism post creation?

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It's really an odd feeling learning late in life that you were an idiot the whole time abd just didn't notice.

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I'm feeling like a rock in a busy river, or a tree trunk in a constant windstorm. I'm feeling surrounded, but eroded. Somehow lonely as everyone brushes past me, chipping me away slightly with each past.

I'm usually so good at I'd edifying my feelings and addressing them with solutions, but I feel drustted with my constipation of action, change, conviction, strength, worthiness, direction, goals.

Just standing still in my anger as the world rushes by. Wearing down.

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The 7/11 by my house is closing, and I'm devastated.

They are washing the melancholy from my city, leaving no cracks for me to hide in.

Soon it will be all condos, new leased cars and fusion restaurants.

Disgusting.

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Rewatching "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" knowing the story is referencing a specific historical event in Los Angeles is kinda wild, especially since it's kind of racist that the toons are representing people of color in the event the movie is referencing??

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I wonder how many wars would still happen if right wing men were just allowed to build trains in their basements.

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I can't get over the fact with how uncomfortable I feel being. I have long overstayed my welcome.

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The only reason AI chats are better search engines now, is they sold the soul of the original search engines for profit. Soon the AI chats will be sold too.

RIP John Bruce Postel. Your death was one of the clear moments in history where there was a clear marking of different timelime paths. We chose profit over freedom of information.

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I don't trust anyone. I'm a bad ass lone wolf *eats food someone else grew* *crosses bridge someone else designed and trusts it not to fall* *crosses street in front of 70000lb vehicle cuz there's white lines on the ground telling it to yield*

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But are you okay destroying the pancake below the one you're trying to cut?

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I know what you're thinking, I was thinking the same thing. Does the movie Inglorious Bastards borrow heavily from the movie Fargo?

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It pisses me off that someone used their free will to remove mine. Someone generated a complete list of all English language characters into all possible characters.

This means that the rant you're reading right now has already been written on that list somewhere. It's not a new rant, I'm just checking it off the list. I'm technically plagiarizing.

It's mind breaking to learn that there is a finite amount of combinations, and not infinite, unless we create a new character or start adding emojis to..... 🦎🍖🥴🥴🥴👽

Oh fuck I'm free! I'm back to free will over destiny.......it's cold out here, lemme back in. 🐾

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My friend and I keep getting the same video recommendations in our algorithms, and I now know what it's like when girls' periods sync.

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There have been moments in my life when people wanted to touch me. Without prompt, or expectation, and of their own volition, they felt the urge and the trust to touch me. Touching me was a reward to their mind, and so they reached out to gather the dopamine of feeling our bodies touch.

It is always been my favorite thing in life, when someone naturally comes up with their own motivation to want to touch me.

I thought these moments would last forever, that these people woykd stick around forever and always want to touch me, but they kept going away.

People came and went, but there was always someone who wanted to touch me.

Eventually, it became less and less frequent until it might have stopped. I can't be too sure when the frequency slows down so much that I dobt know if the last time, was the last time.

I put myself out there. Talk to new people, but there just isn't anyone who when I sit beside them, that you can feel their desire to be close. You actually feel so far apart.

It doesn't happen anymore, and I worry, it may never happen again. I try to look back at memories when people wanted to touch me, but I get gaps and blur for these moments where I was so relaxed, so safe and so ignorant to the future without touch.

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when people are like “he’s not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas station” i’m like….. well you see there’s beauty everywhere actually

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You can also find a sunset at a gas station

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time to break out my favorite photo I ever took

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I always look for my rat girl at a gas station.

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To some alien out there, my existence is disgusting, repulsive even. Gross little pink thing. It breathes air and sneezes?? Kill it.