Every day I woke up and wonder:
Do I feel like a princess today?
Or more like a torturer?
Or maybe both at the same time?

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Every day I woke up and wonder:
Do I feel like a princess today?
Or more like a torturer?
Or maybe both at the same time?
A lot of the members of my clan have been people in need. People with no home to stay, with no money, with no job that's suitable for them. I like to help those people, to get their life back into order more or less and make it possible they can play in a band, for example.
Most of those people are grateful for this. They can ask me for support, everything is fine.
But once in a while I enounter people who will thank me for this support with ungratefulness and arrogance, with interpreting me helping them as something bad and convicting my help as something I do although they suppose it is a hassle for me. And when I withdraw my help 'cause they apparently don't appreciate it, don't want and need it and even suggest themselves that they should keep on living without my support I'm in the bad as well and a horrible person for tossing them out 'cause they're so sick and no one would let them live with them. All this just because they had hoped for me to be their emotional caregiver and fall in love with them on top, 'cause I'm apparently one of the very few who has been ever worthy to talk to them, so their words. A house, a job, paying their bills - they thank me for this with talking at me in the most disrespectful, know-it-all haughty tone, appearing with not a single bit of ability to self-reflect on their behaviour and reproachfully accusing me for not caring enough about them. Words typed on the phone I bought them.
It's people like this who will make me check more carefully who deserves my support. It's people like this who turn the society into an even more selfish one.
I'm very disappointed. Some people indeed want and deserve their misery and should be left to dwell in their constant victim mindset.
I'm not a service top. I'm a religion, baby.
Friendly reminder to stay safe and sane in that fucking hell of a weather and around people who try to manipulate you. Hide in a corner and keep your paranoia up high. Evil is everywhere. That's it, bye.
Karma bites everyone in the butt one day.
Why does this head have a migraine and a craving for
at the same time?
When people ask 'What's your body count?' I automatically assume they want to know how many people I killed.
Which is the original meaning of it. Calling the amount of people you fucked an amount of victims is somewhat funny, hah.
Just read Kedamonotachi no Jikan. And I thought about cancelling appointments just to keep reading it.
First lemme tell what bothered me about it though: It's somewhat obvious the mangaka didn't have an end for it in mind when they started it, and probably still don't have. But if you don't let this fact bother you too much you get the most insane read of your life probably. Like I've seen and read quite a lot of stuff before, but this was the most mind-blowing shit ever probably. Not 'cause it's been super shocking and sick to to the core, yeah, that's why as well, but things only get intense if they go really into depth. Psychological depth.
Spoiler for me re-telling what happens, for the sick content of the story, and for me being not less sick.