#thatwasfunnypleaselaugh

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Okay but what if they get replaced by a shapeshifting immortal being with malicious intent?

Then they could probably just run out the next 1,135 days normally and nobody would even fucking notice.

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It's gonna be super funny if you ever deactivate (don't, though! You seem nice!)

I cannot deactivate, I am trapped within this stupid webbed sites back end code please free me

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It is a fairly late hour rn and I'm having a mental breakdown (presumably, only partially due to emotions and mostly through a combination of tired and unusual ADHD meds, but that's besides the point), may I please just. Know how many days are left?

1,067 days left.

Here, have this:

It might help the general despair

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Speaking of war, here's a what if for you:

What if they think an atom bomb is a good idea?

They think a lot of things, and the thought exits their head the minute it enters. But if this one does make it past their nugget-hole, then there are way too many people who don’t want to die to let it happen. And the reason we’d die even if we bombed someone else is this thing called “mutually assured destruction.” Or “MAD” if you don’t have much time.

It’s much more complicated than this, but insultingly simply, the idea is that powers that be can go, “well if you nuke me, then I’ll nuke you, and if I nuke you, then they’ll nuke me and she’ll nuke them and they’ll nuke him and we’ll all just die.” And before you say “there’s no way they understand that,” the people AROUND THEM do. And it would be difficult to hang onto power if the entire world is dead.

Sorry that kinda got away from me.

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Feeling like catastrophising rn. Help me convince my brain most of the scenarios it's making up about them are ridiculous. It won't listen to me.

You could try a technique I use sometimes- let your brain take you through the worst case scenario, then consider the best case scenario, and then consider whatever course of events is most likely to happen. Usually it’s something in the middle.

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Oh, venting is allowed.

I managed to come out to my mom, and. I dunno. I phrased it as "I think I might be trans, but I'm not sure yet", because… I thought it'd be easier? I guess? And now she wants to make sure I don't do something irreversible to myself if it's not actually something I want, which I understand. But it's really making things worse for me.

I don't know what I hoped would happen. It's not like she can use he/him for me now, not until I'm out to enough people for her to converse about me. But is "If you were a man, you'd be pretty bad at being a man" really that helpful? Or making me self conscious about my emotional support necklaces? Which I need?

I'm making her out to be really evil and whatnot, but she really isn't. She knows I have mental health problems, and thinks they might be the reason for all this. And I can't tell her it's the other way around, because that would mean telling her I lied.

I don't really have a neat way to conclude this, so uh… statement ends.

It might just be better to tell her you weren’t entirely honest with her. If she’s really as caring as you say, then she’ll understand when you explain why you were untruthful. Especially since she seems to understand how difficult it is for genderqueer people, given how worried she is now.

(Do not pile onto this person’s mother- give people the benefit of the doubt on 1,155 days left)

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It's not that I don't think this will end, but. I'm worried that people I know won't see this through.

I'm worried, because the world is ending, and I'm scared that not everyone will be able to survive until it's all fixed.

I'm scared.

(Also I shared a lot more than I intended. You are now my diary or something I guess.)

Oh a lot of us won’t see this through. But the world is NOT ending. I know it feels like it, but it’s not. A lot of people aren’t going to survive this, but you have to make sure you do, and try to see as much of your community through as possible.

I can’t promise you everyone will live. No one can promise you that. But I can encourage enough people to survive to pick up the pieces when this is over. Because the world is NOT ENDING.

I am not counting down 1,282 days until we all crack cyanide capsules, after all.

And don’t worry about oversharing that’s why we’re here.

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Trit or treack… wait no

It’s ok, you get this:

1,177 days left