people romanticize social awkwardness and anxiety until you genuinely dont know how to talk to other people and you’re dry and don’t talk much unless its something you’re personally interested in / want to talk about

it’s getting to the point where as much as I love talking to my friends about the things I feel like talking about and being able to share things I find funny with them, I’m starting to wish I just didn’t have any friends at all because some of them shame me for not being talkative or responding to them in the way they want, and my relatives are displaying how they don’t like me just because I don’t talk a lot in petty ways like stealing from me and not wanting to give me food so they tell everyone but me

if you dont want lame responses from me just don’t fucking talk to me, okay? I don’t ever mean to seem like I don’t care so I try to sympathize, but I actually don’t care at all and often times people start talking me when I’m doing something or want to be left alone, so not only do I just not give a shit, you’re also just pissing me off and that sometimes influences dry, short replies

ik you’ve ALL heard this song before

https://open.spotify.com/track/1De425SCFJULIHbcmeebUw?si=O2YurRjORKi_lb3Uq_2BDw

Lost in the fog
I fear that there’s still further to fall
It’s dangerous 'cause I want it all
And I don’t think I care what it costs

I shouldn’t have fallen in love
Look what it made me become
I let you get too close
Just to wake up alone
And I know you think you can run
You’re scared to believe I’m the one
But I just can’t let you go

I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end
If I can’t have you then no one can
I’d let it burn
I’d let the world burn
Just to hear you calling out my name
Watching it all go down in flames

Fear in their eyes
Ash raining from the blood orange sky
I let everybody know that you’re mine
Now it’s just a matter of time

Before we’re swept into the dust
Look what you made me become
I let you get too close
Just to wake up alone
And I know you think you can run
You’re scared to believe I’m the one
But I just can’t let you go

I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end
If I can’t have you then no one can
I’d let it burn
I’d let the world burn
Just to hear you calling out my name
Watching it all go down in flames

Let it all burn
Oh, I’d burn this world for you
Oh, baby, I’d let it burn
For you

I’d let the world burn
Let the world burn for you
This is how it always had to end
If I can’t have you then no one can

I wouldn’t eat if I could live off of liquid I’m such a drinkaholic I’m salivating

COME TO PAPA DIABETES!!!

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I don’t not care about any of my friends or the situations they go through, but at the same time it’s like… I’m not going through it, why do I have to give you advice? Why do I have to respond “adequately” to you? I’ll reply, let you know I listened or read what you said, but I’m not always sure how to reply, if ever.

like ok. I could just not respond to you at all. I can just fucking ignore you. seems like you’d prefer that at this point.

oh the horrors

@plutonium said in on some real shit:

people romanticize social awkwardness and anxiety

“aww futaba from persona 5 is so cute”
oh but when its ME IT ISNT CUTE,

like fuck you bruh

https://open.spotify.com/track/2EoOZnxNgtmZaD8uUmz2nD?si=gNl_ktmBSqGIdrIQTC2vfA

In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black, the sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I’ll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes, far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come? (Black hole sun, black hole sun)

Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just disappear

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come (Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Oh and I might throw in the several Lil Darkie songs I have in here

“So you listen to Strut, Military Fashion Show (with not heavily inappropriate but still inappropriate lyrics), Southbound, a song that has blowjob in the name, Seven Minutes in Heaven (say gex song), several other inappropriate 18+ songs… but the handful of OIIA covers and unserious beats make me believe this is for children”
Why would you even tag me as someone who listens to nursery rhymes and shit

I’m legitimately fucking suffering and all I got in response was my boyfriend with fucking sobbing emoji. What’s even funny about this to you

I feel like the people I care about don’t care about me. Of course, they talk to me and act like they care for me, they say they do, they feed me and buy me things and care for me physically. For so long, though, I’ve been in a lot of physical pain and I don’t know why, to the point where it legitimately makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me and that whatever is wrong with me might be fatal. I’m in so much pain, that it feels like I’m truly going to die to it. But, when I complain about my genuine suffering to the people I care about, they cannot take me seriously, they tell me that whatever I’m experiencing can’t be that bad, how they go through worse, that I’m being dramatic, and that even if I am feeling that bad, there’s probably nothing wrong with me and I’m worried about nothing. My pain doesn’t really feel like nothing, but thanks for your fucking input. It was a rant and vent about how I don’t fucking feel good, not a plea for your help or your pity. But, you know, considering I care about you and you’re someone deeply important to me and you have a real role in my life, I would rather you pity me than act like you don’t even give a shit. Wanting sympathy and pity from other people isn’t inherently a bad thing. I complain to the people I love because I want them to show care for me too. Wanting people to care isn’t a bad thing, and you shouldn’t act like it is. Why can’t the people I care for and love, care for me the same way I care for them? I’m not exactly hated by the people I love, I think. I don’t think they hate me or dislike me or don’t care about me. The way they behave just makes me feel negatively because their behavior, while unintentional because they don’t think of it the same way I do, isn’t kind. Next time someone bitches at you about how they don’t feel good, they probably just want you to care.

https://open.spotify.com/track/5n6STq2i8W223SFzHoOy8Y?si=lHSXqZp0THmOFfqcznXK8w&utm_source=copy-link

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts

https://open.spotify.com/track/5FEXPoPnzueFJQCPRIrC3c?si=DQ2cJ7F2TvSCpvHjGAUJVQ

Uh (what, what), uh, uh (what, what), uh

Day and night (what what)
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind (what what)
I look for peace but see I don’t attain (what what)
What I need for keeps, this silly game we play (game we play)
Now look at this (what what)
Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me (what what)
I try to run but see I’m not that fast (what what)
I think I’m first but surely finish last
Finish last

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo (what, what)
He’s on the move, can’t seem to shake the shade (what, what)
Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent sleeper, you won’t hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The girl he wants don’t seem to want him too (what, what)
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

me and my boyfriend

birthday card from my boyfriend

I got 20 dollars

All I have is this;

If WWIV happened in, say, the 2050s and your story is in 2080, then most of the immediate radiation from the bomb would be gone.
Realistically:
Gamma radiation drops dramatically over time.
Most fallout isotopes decay.
A city hit decades ago isn’t automatically lethal forever.
Instead of the bomb itself causing her poisoning:
Prescott is bombed.
Nearby nuclear facilities melt down afterward.
Spent fuel storage is abandoned.
The Queen discovers an exposed reactor ruin.
This is more realistic than decades-old bomb fallout.

June 11 2026 graduate

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