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Still angsty, anxious, and depressed after all these years. '09-'22, bayyy-beee 

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I want somewhere to complain publicly on the internet about how I am sad and bored but people I know follow me on twitter now, so here I am. I’m sad and bored and don’t like myself when I sit around alone for hours every day and I want life to start again.

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“Love is awful. It’s painful. Frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. Makes you selfish, makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope.“

“It’s God, isn’t it?”

"You know the worst thing is, that I fucking love you."

Fleabag season two was beautiful, hilarious, sexy, and heartbreaking.

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Crazy Ex-TV Show

I imprint on TV shows because they don’t require skill or interaction. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend just ended forever, and I’m very sad now. Here is a list of my favourite songs:

Textmergency/Where is the Rock?

What a Rush to Be Bride

You Stupid Bitch

Santa Ana Winds

I Go To The Zoo

Who's the New Guy?

Friendtopia

Heavy Boobs

The Math of Love Triangles

Dream Ghosts

Love Kernels

Oh My God I Think I Like You

Put Yourself First

Settle For Me!

Let's Have Intercourse

After Everything I’ve Done for You (That You Didn’t Ask For)

Let's Generalize About Men

Don't Be a Lawyer

Almost everything else not in this list was also great. This took an hour and I am still sad.

Also, #teamnathaniel or #teamoldgreg and certainly not #teampersonalgrowth

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Every banal, stupid thing you hate about living in the world is also something you can hate about the internet, and every good, vital thing that keeps you walking around without your face in your armpit is also on the internet. In that sense, the online world has ceased to be interesting. Here we are; it’s where we live.

https://www.theverge.com/2017/12/28/16795090/internet-community-2017-post-mortem-tumblr-amino-drip-tinyletter I feel like my tumblr is just slow-motion mourning the internet-that-was. RIP

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OBSESSED

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When websites become useless, they become a reminder of what was lost when the internet gained purpose, function, and profit. We are all still searching for an online space where we can yell our secrets and be unseen and disappear. These opportunities now often exist only in dying online spaces, the last place where no one is looking.

right right right right right  https://www.theverge.com/2018/5/18/17366528/snapchat-decline-internet-ghost-towns

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Perhaps more than anything else, what has sucked all of the joy out of the social internet in its current form is its exhortation to be useful. We have arrived at a version where everything seems to be just another version of LinkedIn. Every online space is supposed to get you a job or a partner or a stronger personal brand so you can accomplish the big, public-record goals of life. The public marketplace is everywhere. It’s an interactive and immersive CV, an archive. It all counts, and it all matters.

Internet link, you get me! https://www.theverge.com/2018/5/18/17366528/snapchat-decline-internet-ghost-towns

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“This is the scariest part of being a blackout drinker: not the inability to remember, the fear that someone else does. The worst thing you can do to a blackout drinker is tell them the truth.” https://longreads.com/2018/04/27/chasing-drinks-with-lies-and-lies-with-drinks/ I went on twitter after I read this because I love stalking Longreads authors, and everyone grabbed the same pull quote I did. Lotsa readers with a mildly checkered past, apparently.

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me irl

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me doing anything

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If I can't trust you, then damn it, Hannah There's no future, there's no answer Though we live on the US dollar You and me, we got our own sense of time

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