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

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

COME TO PAPA DIABETES!!!

20260223_092420.mp4

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.

-my aunt who wants to find any reason to call food unhealthy because she’s mad she’s a type 2 diabetic and I’m not

w eats? mashed potatoes + gravy + country fried steak (HAHAHA AMERICA AMERICA 🇺🇸)

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

8/10
Not as good as I was expecting it to be and a little underwhelming and soft in the flavor department, but still very good. Expectations mostly bring down the rating

@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/0d28khcov6AiegSCpG5TuT?si=d36UnnLJRUaHQsQQv7VKMw

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Feel good

Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
(Change, change, change, change)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
(Change, change, change, change)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good

City’s breaking down on a camel’s back
They just have to go 'cause they don’t know wack
So while you fill the streets, it’s appealing to see
You won’t get out the county 'cause you’re damned and free

You got a new horizon. It’s ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
And all I wanna hear is the message beep
My dreams, they’ve gotta kiss me
'Cause I don’t get to sleep, no

Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down

Love forever. Love is free
Let’s turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Laughing gas these hazmats, fast cats
Lining 'em up like ass cracks
Play these ponies at the track
It’s my chocolate attack

Shit, I’m steppin’ in the heart of this here (Yeah)
Care Bear reppin’ it harder this year (Yeah)
Watch me as I gravitate
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Yo, we gon’ ghost town
This Motown
With your sound
You’re in the blink
Gon’ bite the dust
Can’t fight with us
With your sound
You kill the Inc

So don’t stop, get it, get it, get it
Until you’re cheddar headed
And watch the way I navigate
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good

Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride
It is ticking, falling down

Love forever. Love is free
Let’s turn forever, you and me
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?

Don’t stop, get it, get it
Peep how your captain’s in it
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Steady, watch me navigate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)

Don’t stop, get it, get it
Peep how your captain’s in it
(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Steady, watch me navigate, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

(Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahaha!)
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca; feel good (Hahahahahaha!)

Koda yellow guy is beautiful

but you’re lazy so you just watch yellow dude and say you’ll try it later

listened to this one again today 😼 ily confoeter

https://open.spotify.com/track/7BY005dacJkbO6EPiOh2wb?si=0J7Ffp0RR6ue0AazW6oFDA

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

slipped disc

it’s affecting my legs, occasionally causing pain and numbness
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꩜ֶָ֢. 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒉 ₊˚⊹ 𐂯 im a thirsty thirster

because they do not care about this website or community anymore

Shadow 😭😭😭 holy big (im just a little guy)