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Bro here is calling it: we see the first case of Cyberpsychosis in 20 years.

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I've noticed lately I've been feeling like I'm living in a dystopia. Is this what adulthood feels like? Is this what living in a city feels like?

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His name is Richard.

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Day 8896 of me being an NPC.

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"It's either the 'tism or the tiddy, ya gotta pick one."

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Apparently if you ask my partner what my favorite aesthetic is, it's a combination of boho chic, 90's Grandma, and 200 year old vampire lol.

He's into modern minimalist stuff so we keep clashing on this lol.

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Witches nook

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The twilight-stained windows shine with polished gold while the brick stacks them neatly.

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List of sorely underrated animals, go:

- African forest buffalo:

- Red tree kangaroo:

- Indian giant squirrel:

- Pangolin:

- Long-tailed goral:

- Bearded vulture:

- Jerboa:

- Hoatzin:

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Sometimes all you need is a cup of coffee to have restored faith in the world.

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Short femboy bf and tall gamer goth gf

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I just realized I'll be moving out at almost exactly 10 years of living here... man, time flies. Still listening to the same music lol.

As I pull all of my posters of rock musicians down from my walls, quite possibly for the last time, I'm filled with a bittersweet feeling.

I've lived in this house through all of high school, through college, and for three years since I've dropped out of college. This is the first place that I've really called "home" for more than a year or three.

I'm moving in January or December to be roommates with an old high school friend and my partner. I've never lived anywhere without either of my parents adjacent to me.

I'm scared and excited and sad and happy and I don't know what to think. I'm too old to worry about this, and I'm not worried, but I will admit the uncertainty of what my life will be like in the coming years feels scary to me.

I live in a small suburb surrounded by farms and fields, and I'm going to move into the middle of the biggest city in the state. I don't know what life will be like. I don't know how well my cat will get along with my partner's cats, and I don't know how well my partner and I will get along with our soon-to-be roommate.

I hope for the least amount of tension, I hope it will all work out good. It's just going to be so different, and it's such a deep dive from here. My worries remain small and in the back of my mind, but my excitement is palpable.

I feel like I should do something other than packing up my posters (that may never touch a wall again), but for now all there is to do is pack and sort, sort and pack.

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As I pull all of my posters of rock musicians down from my walls, quite possibly for the last time, I'm filled with a bittersweet feeling.

I've lived in this house through all of high school, through college, and for three years since I've dropped out of college. This is the first place that I've really called "home" for more than a year or three.

I'm moving in January or December to be roommates with an old high school friend and my partner. I've never lived anywhere without either of my parents adjacent to me.

I'm scared and excited and sad and happy and I don't know what to think. I'm too old to worry about this, and I'm not worried, but I will admit the uncertainty of what my life will be like in the coming years feels scary to me.

I live in a small suburb surrounded by farms and fields, and I'm going to move into the middle of the biggest city in the state. I don't know what life will be like. I don't know how well my cat will get along with my partner's cats, and I don't know how well my partner and I will get along with our soon-to-be roommate.

I hope for the least amount of tension, I hope it will all work out good. It's just going to be so different, and it's such a deep dive from here. My worries remain small and in the back of my mind, but my excitement is palpable.

I feel like I should do something other than packing up my posters (that may never touch a wall again), but for now all there is to do is pack and sort, sort and pack.

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I'm a stupid piece of shit who does nothing but fuck things up.

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*makes another Oc*