Still alive. Most of my social battery is being spent elsewhere, or getting smothered in work. Depression neutering said social battery capacity. Links at the top if you want to find me somewhere else. ...but I'll leave my reference here, for posterity.

Viacom International predicted Deltarune in 2001 when they made Rocket Power Dream Scheme, and Dr. Stimpleton opened a dark fountain with the Polka Device

Diagnosed ADHD officially, psych wanted to label me Aspergers (ADHD but useful to Germany in WWII, to my understanding); I was supposed to see a Specialist in order to get an official spectrum diagnosis, but my grandparents said no, said 'I didn't want that label attached to me'

How many shark girl OCs with fat shlongs are still here, and how many of them would be willing to drop their rods on my face? Not like an intended slap, just, flaccid weight thunking onto my forehead

A year later and one credit card has finally been paid off. One more to go, and I can finally claim to be free of this hole I'm in, start contributing everything to savings instead.

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