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Living in the moment has just become a gamble that robs me not of my money, but of my desire to actually live. “Just endure it you pussy” Yeah as if ANY of you fucking twitter users would care if I was a suicide statistic, you’re all statistics, stereotypes yourselves. Even me
truly fuck everybody. If I had a gun on me I genuinely would end it right here right now. No fucking doubt about it.
I genuinely believe some people like to avoid me on the account that I’m just that boring and hard to talk to.
I feel like the humans in murder drones have to be the most stupid and imbecilic iterations of humans ever expressed by a human
People on here only force us to reflect on ourselves when we don’t meet their societal needs. It’s either go to college, hit the gym or know your career path at 20 years old. None of those? Then you’re worth nobody’s time but who you have
