also no one uses this site anymore so that also means i can't stalk the pages of my friends (do i even have those still?) i can still go to their old pages but i have to pretend they got frozen in ice or something. or lost both thumbs.
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also no one uses this site anymore so that also means i can't stalk the pages of my friends (do i even have those still?) i can still go to their old pages but i have to pretend they got frozen in ice or something. or lost both thumbs.
the bad part of my attempt at using this site again is that i forget it isn't 2014 and this site isn't the wild west anymore. the days of scrolling and going from horny posts to self harm to fandoms to art to music are long gone.
i always forget that chicken little was voiced by zach "john dorian" braff
Going to therapy and unfucking the issues you got passed down as generational trauma and then not having kids is kind of amusingly petty in a vaguely spiritual way I can't say that I entirely believe in.
"What you heal in yourself, you heal in your bloodline :)" no bitch this is for me, not all of y'all. I'm getting my own ducks in a row and getting my head screwed back on right because I'm the one that gets to be happy. I'm not cleaning up several generations' accumulated messes in order to make things nice for the next one, this shitass bloodline ends with me. Y'all don't deserve to be anyone else's ancestors.
Uncomfortable facts of life:
Nobody's going to magically swoop in to rescue you. You can't just sit there and expect someone else to come save you. You have to get your shit together and do it yourself.
About 90% of the time, the "it" you have to do on your own is pushing yourself to walk up to someone else and use your words to say "hey I need help."
Every day of August I feel like this
not that anyone reads this blog, not even myself, i don't have anything to add at the moment.
however, i still wanted to add something so here is something.
I love uninstalling shit. Get out of my computer.
i also love using task manager to kill things! Cease this
hold on let me get the image
not having closure on friendships is such an odd feeling.
do i even want closure? what does closure even mean in this context? does it not imply that the friendship is, effectively, over? is that not what the friendship is currently besides the occasional head nod of acknowledgement when seeing each other randomly in the world?
it is all a whirlwind of emotion and being an adult is dumb.
you're on your knees, hands tied behind your back, bag over your head. "nothing personal, just can't leave any loose ends." i cock my nerf blaster and hit you on the back of your head with a foam dart. you fall over and sink into a ball pit. i stoically honk my clown nose and drive away in a comically small car
I never got the "your cat would eat you if you died" hangup. its not like im using the meat for anything anymore
i keep having this thought in my head that someone i know will find this blog, as if it is not just a drop in an endless ocean of content. it is also not interesting and im using it mainly just to jot down random mumblings.
i do wish i had better self worth than i do. i don't find myself all that interesting nor do i find myself very memorable.
i may be called nice or caring or selfless, but i feel i can either do more or that anything i do, no matter the circumstance, could be done better.
but i digress.
there is something so profound and beautiful and sad how there are so many silly little things that remind me of people who played such an impact in my life but are no longer within it. they are still among the living, but our lives have taken different paths that are no longer intertwined. i can't help but wonder if there are things that make the minds of others drift and remember me.
i like to play a game where i try and guess what my hyper fixation for the day is going to be when i take my adhd meds and then drink an energy drink.