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it’s crazy that they’ve invented online robot sex slaves for men but not cigarettes that are good for you. our society’s priorities are so fucked dude
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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
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If I had a normal relationship with food and alcohol and drugs and sex and sexuality and money. Then I would probably feel a lot better
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jul 15
7.41 pm
i have an hour to kill. i'm gonna go a stranger's place -one i met on bumble- to probably fuck him. he has cheap beer. he likes cats, but doesn't own one. oh god i've been so horny lately, i just hope we use protection. i honestly think i would be good expecting nothing. if i stay over or not, i don't mind either. fuck, i just wanna fuck. hope he's good. he looks good. he seems nice. a bit of a dumb man, but harmless nonetheless.
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i want to go to everywhere and see everything. 0 dollars please
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why can’t we choose our emotion?
ʷʰʸ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ʷᵉ ᶜʰᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
cause we could feel something’s broken
ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ
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Will Sharpe as Felix Remen TOO MUCH (2025–)
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jul 13
5.18 pm
i've been having a more tolerable time because i'm prone to getting high when my anxiety starts to act up. even before that. i wanna avoid it at all costs. i'm listening to the mix of the scd show multitrack. it's not a horrible show. but it's definitely amateur. my voice isn't so... i don't know. it feels mediocre. like, not enough emotion, it sounds bored and off-key. i try so hard. but maybe that's a lie because i could be rehearsing right now, but no. i'm writing. i have band rehearsal tomorrow, the recording is on friday. today is sunday. i haven't really sang. i haven't written any songs. well, not for weeks. i have accumulated about five to six songs over the last few months.
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jul 12
2.13 pm
i just ordered 2 grams of weed because i can't be alone with my own thoughts. my own anxieties own me. i don't even know which way is up anymore. i don't know what i can do to get a job. i don't even know what i'm qualified for. fuck school, what did they ever teach me? lots of stuff. it taught me so many things i'm mediocre at. i need to get high. i wanna write and play songs but something holds me back. i wanna get railed but who would wanna fuck me? we had a small impromptu party last night. i thought i'd at least get to kiss or make out with someone. it didn't happen. i feel so alone. i called my friends, most of them didn't reply. the one that did said he was going out to dinner but let's keep talking so we can get together. he ghosted me. i hate people. i hate myself.
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Be patient with me. June 30, 1914 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
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