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Holy shit

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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Look. I know I chose to go to bed at an unreasonable hour last night, but I didn't know it would be this bad

I'm running off energy drinks and pure fucking spite rn

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Update: this fuck-ass phone broke. It will not respond to me touching the screen at all. I can turn it on with the buttons, but that is it. It's less than a year old.

Alexa, play Karma's a Bitch.

My phone updated. Everything looks different. The apps are smaller. The settings and notification pull-down are separate. The shapes have changed.

I'm going to rip my teeth out and spit them into the face of whomever thought of this.

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When you think you've hit rock bottom, you have to remember to stay realistic.

Someone will always be there to throw a stick of dynamite down that pit and seal your exit.

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Someone should take some sort of action about something

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This is gorgeous, I need a reminder of this every so often

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This is what i am missing in my life. I need an isopod breeding project

when i was 6-8 years old, long before i understood more than basic genetics, i ran an unsanctioned isopod breeding project in my backyard. it brings me comfort to think the “special” isopods may still be in the yard of my childhood home

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The woods. They are comforting.

The sounds echo and ricochet around each other, birdsong bouncing off the tree trunks and the crunch of leaves harmonize alongside it.

I like to think I can go here any time I feel uncomfortable. Or disturbed. But the truth is I can't. I trap myself in my room, much like I trap myself in my mind.

I confine myself to my misery, drowning in an infinite pool of sorrow. I want to pry myself free of the weeds that have wrapped their snaking tendrils around me, but I got too comfortable for too long, and now too many of them are holding me down. Now, as I try to move from my spot and explore further in the world, the thorns are digging into my skin, drinking the blood they draw.

I wish I could let myself leave my room, my safe space. Go out into the woods and explore. Let the breeze flow over me, have my footsteps echo in the surrounding among the birds and the bugs. But i am stuck, tired, and wounded. I am too sick to leave, too sick to be among something I admire so much.

I am too sick to walk through the woods.

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Wow. okay so that was insane. I didn't even think Israel were going to get that close to winning, I'm just so disappointed in everyone who voted for them. And I know that people will be like "oh it's not that deep, its just a song, lets not get political now" everything about Eurovision is political. Remember when Russia got banned from the contest because they were attacking Ukraine? me too. I am appalled really.

My mum won btw

It is Eurovision today, and as a family tradition, we do a sweepstake. And every year, whoever wins the sweepstake, wins the coveted trophy.

I really wanna win the fucking trophy.

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It is Eurovision today, and as a family tradition, we do a sweepstake. And every year, whoever wins the sweepstake, wins the coveted trophy.

I really wanna win the fucking trophy.

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My phone updated. Everything looks different. The apps are smaller. The settings and notification pull-down are separate. The shapes have changed.

I'm going to rip my teeth out and spit them into the face of whomever thought of this.

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Yes I might be stuck in a job I hate

Yes I might be physically hurting at the thought of going to work in the morning

But I am stuck in this job for the foreseeable future, and until I get a new one, I'm not going to be able to leave because I won't be able to afford life if I leave

And while I spend time looking for a job I want/can do/will let me afford life, I am going to list all the things I like about my job, and try to make me feel better about it. God help me

• Every Monday, one of my coworkers gets me my favourite coffee

• This same coworker knows I don't like hugs or physical touch in any form, so to show affection will punch me/push me on my shoulder

• I can listen to any music I like (in the appropriate situations)

• Another one of my coworkers (this woman is in her 50s) has watched supernatural, and is obsessed with Dean (who isnt)

Wow none of these are about the actual job. I need to find a new one yesterday

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People underestimate how exhausted burnout leaves you.

Like I spent my year 10 and 11 pushing myself to the point of burnout, and spent my college years trying to work alongside dealing with the fall out. I'm now 19, in my third job, and I'm pushing myself through that because I need money and I need a job, and I'm exhausted all the time.

I get home from work and the only thing I am able to do is lie in bed to try and regain even a fraction of the energy I had the day before, just to go back to work and do it all again. I don't even have time for the things I love because I literally don't have the energy to do it.

And you tell people you are tired and you can't move, and no-one takes you seriously. It's so frustrating to deal with, and I wish I had the energy to go from day to day without feeling like I've run a marathon twice.

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A joke for all you mind readers out there

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He's going cat mode (rubbing his face on a warm surface and then sleeping in the sun)

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Im currently camping with my fiancé, and, much like every man thinking he could fight a bear and win, I have realised how easy I would find living in a post-apocalyptic world.

I mean if I don't die in the initial surge of whatever scenario is happening, I have quite a few skills that lend themselves to the situation at hand. It's not that hard to set up a tent, I've got a nice cooking stove that I stole from my parents, and I would happily avoid the rest of society. I'm pretty much set

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I work best in bed. Sleeping. That's my prime