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a block button but for real life. It makes people invisible and inaudible to you.

You could use it to temporarily block someone who was chewing loudly

But I would use it on everyone and never unblock

What a wonderful magical thing that would be.

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so fucking far from ok

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No I don't want to spend time with you or talk to you at all and no I don't want to tell you why. Please don't take it personally, I have nothing against you and I'm glad you're my friend.

Sometimes I just don't have the energy to interact with anyone at all. I just wish people could accept that when I'm not returning texts or phone calls (ugh), it's not that I'm ignoring them. I'm just not available, OK?

I remember a time before internet and cell phones, and this was not a problem.

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I am just so fed up with everything. Nothing is ever how it's supposed to be. Everything feels like a scam. Life is a scam

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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You said you were just like me, that you'd never be able to recover from your personal holocaust. But you did! You phony. You liar.

I'm real! More than a decade later I'm still a useless lump cut off from the world and wallowing in filth. Ha ha, fuck you, I win!

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Do you relate to anyone you actually know, as much as you relate to scraps of text posted by anonymous people on the interbubs?

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I will never initiate. I am an obligate non-initiator

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Do you ever have a feeling of breakthrough accomplishment, but you don't know why? You try to remember what you might have done, only to conclude that you did nothing. Then you feel confused and mildly annoyed.

This is similar to the common feeling of having forgotten something, but you don't know what.

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why does stuff exist? I want to know

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Imagine being on an alien world, where the entire surface of the planet is composed of abs. Endless rows upon rows of perfectly toned, lean abs. Abworld. Imagine the types of creatures that would inhabit this planet.

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Damn it I had to speak to people again today. And as usual I now want to be buried alive. I hate it. The memory of it sticks in my mind like black tar.

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I think I do have feelings about stuff but honestly communicating how I feel is just too terrifying

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another day of pretending to give a shit so people won't treat me like an awful person