It is weird to say that in my use snd abuse my kinks got weirder and more reliant upon trust, which ironically, I dont really have anymore.
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It is weird to say that in my use snd abuse my kinks got weirder and more reliant upon trust, which ironically, I dont really have anymore.
Ugh I totally hate all the gay smut on my feed.
Same token, I absolutely love how much gay smut is on my feed.
Somehow my feed is all goodboy pup fan porn. I cant explore my kinks anymore. I'm watched by everyone now.
No one is ever going to believe me about the car.
Except those who did the thing with the car.
Or the thing with the Amazon camera thing.
Or the radio.
The stalking will be gotten away with.
I'm just left empty. For some fun reason.
Just out here now. Can't find excitement for the things I used to love.
Friends all gone.
Family gone.
All...Just cause.
Maybe I'll go get lost in the wilderness.
Maybe I'll take up sorcery.
Maybe I'll marry the man in the moon. At least he saw most of what happened.
So i got a new phone. Made new accounts, but the exact same bullshit follows me. So what's up everyone? Am I supposed to love christians and not hate them? I can try. Am I supposed to hate drug addicts or love them? Pick your poison. Am I supposed to hate gay sluts and pretend I wasn't one. Can't. Am a I supposed to be ok with being hated on by some online people? Trying to. Am I supposed to hate the online sex people who tore me apart? Wish I could. I try not engage them.
What i try and do is deal with my shit openly. What i try to do is move on.
Do i want laid? Yep. Big time. Do i hate where I am at and how I got here. Sure do.
Is it unjust? Yep.
Is it deserved? Probably.
It can be a lot of things at the same time.
But im not saying sorry for it anymore.
Being a substance abuser, and being the victim of harassment are not mutually exclusive. In fact people are capable of doing mental gymnastics to justify their abuse of someone, because they are in use. It doesn't make it ok. This is not an endorsement of substance abuse. This is something that requires clarity.
Christians have utterly destroyed Christianity.
Interesting opening to the evening. Immediate code yellow. Patient was one really pissed off blonde with one leg and a helluva mouth. Charges are getting pressed. Another code yellow on top of that. Big dude wandering down the hall dripping blood everywhere from an iv he ripped out, intoxicated, very co fused. Nice guy. Great tattoos. Girlfriend is currently keeping him peaceful.
Finally I can have some coffee.
Millionaires watching over me trying to see what I need. Honestly, there isn't a fix to this. I talked to a car for 3 months. I came out to my mother and sister again....this time telling them that I talked to the car. I was purposefully denied justice ro enact this farce. I was purposefully driven insane while people excused themselves, but berated me. All for the greater food. Least you could have done was kill me.
5 posts!
"Wowzer" for fuck's sake.
I hate everyone. I truly do. I didn't before.
I told you all that.
You didn't care.
It is lovely to see all these beautiful expressions of homosexual love. I got utterly dragged and harassed and humiliated for mine. And it hurts getting to see other people express it. Fuck everyone.
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Life never promised you kindness,
Life never promised to be fair,
Life never promised the sun nor the moon.
God gave us free will to share
Somewhere i still think someone has ahold of all my creations and is watching me. Seeing how I adapt and move. It took me til today to realize that I am just another number in the world of addiction. Finding out that all of my teeth need to be pulled (well almost all) and that I will need implants, bridges, and dentures. That i won't be able to afford it. That my story is here in Butler, and what I can make of it. That it's ok not to be amazing at anything other than being myself. #m.u.p.
After a fine morning of arguing about how right I am about everything with ChatGPT at the Butler Public Library, my bladder needed relief, and was found in the restroom. A momentary stretch in the mirror gave me pause. Having admired the Adonis staring back at me for all of my life, I stood now confused. After my 45 years of substance abuse, lack of exercise, and sheltering in trashbags on the sides of highways it had finally happened. My dad-body had set in, and there I stood with no children to blame it on. Having been skinny all of my life, having a stomach was something I simply thought I would never have to contend with, yet there it was in all it's jiggly glory. A little disheartened I left the bathroom and said out loud, "Well that wasn't there before.". Being the current banner bearer for the Universe's Cosmic Jackass fate found it appropriate to station a pleasantly perfect little granny directly to my left. She looked up at my from her canary yellow cardigan with a snarl fit for a fantasy's finest fire breathers. My guess I that she had a different interpretation as to what the hell I was talking about that had something more to do with perhaps the discovery of something that shouldn't be there on an unmentionable part of the body. Before I could alleviate her disgust by cordial explanation in front of the public bathroom of the public library, the door had already shut and locked. I almost knocked, then it hit me. I finally found that moment of surrender that I had been hearing about from all of those meetings I go to daily. Why should I care at all about what someone I don't know thinks incorrectly about me. It doesn't matter! I know who I am. I know what I was talking about. This isn't a boat worth bailing, and I don't need to give it a second thought! Plus there was a strong chance she would die in there before she had a chance to tell anybody. Even if she did who would listen. Just a crazy old lady talking about random dude's dicks at the Butler County Public Library.