#dafinalbraincell lore

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Yk that song with the song with the kazoo that goes its the final brain cell doo do do doo do do . Yeah that's my url origin story

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I was today years old that I found out that Mr for under 18 s or unmarried men stand for Master

And that Miss stands for mistress , was no one going to tell me, its literally sound like a fantasy book

Also that people call the wife Mrs *insert husband's full name* if they don't know her name ,a thing till today when I picked up our landline and the person asked for my grandma - I obviously gave it to my sister

When she ended the call she's like how didn't you know that was a thing and I made her day for not knowing that and the mr and miss thing

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📝Dafinalbraincell's Rambler Essays📝-14th March 2024

Piles and piles of homework stack up almost to the point its suffocating. Maths , English, Science , French and the list goes on and on. Exhaustion seeps into my bones, into my soul even. It's always never enough. There's always more. We're expected to know and act like adults but are belittled like incompetent little children. We're young - we're still growing and learning. We try , we really do , our absolute hardest. But yet it's still not enough. Not enough for teachers. Not enough for the world.

It feels like I'm scrolling my life away but that's OK, I'm too drained to do anything else after school and it's work. It's like an eternal pang of exhaustion and yearning to do something we enjoy. When was the last time I picked up a pen to draw for fun? I do not remember. How could I remember when all the days feel like they merger into one monotone day. I read to escape this reality, I've lived a thousand lives ,said a thousand things, done a thousand things but when that picture perfect paradise shatters like glass I can see through the true lense

I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed but that doesn't mean I should be discarded after all , all tools have a purpose. When did school make me feel nauseous? When did school make me want to crawl up into a ball? When did school make me want to run away? When did school stop being enjoyable? Or even tolerable?