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I think good looking people who bully 'ugly' people or less good-looking people should suffer horrible pain.

goodnight angels... ❤️

im letting myself slip and i hate it

When did this site cameback? It has been years, I randomly used to check but the site was under construction

"RFK Jr. accuses Democrats of turning federal government into ‘child trafficking ring’" MAGA turned a child trafficking ring into the federal government - that's more like it

I have a lot of things I want to create and it just feels like I can't possibly do it all, and I feel like I'm going to end up getting overwhelmed and giving up on all of them. Ugh

CBS Ratings Stunner as Byron Allen Beats Kimmel & Fallon Shows in Key Demo Byron Allen has built an empire on mediocre content but late night shows are dead. Kimmel, Fallon, and Myers need to go

my back hurts

fck i hate me

do people realise that cheek filler gives them very unnatural looking nasabial folds or “smile lines”? they don’t look like natural smile lines, they look weird.

I'm an addict. I know I have to get better, but I can't yet. I love it too much; I don't have to think when I'm blurry. I'm so sorry. I will quit, just not right now. I'm not ready. But will I ever be ready? Is there ever a "right time" to quit?

i got coffee

Can I delete some of my archived posts?

End of March, a canary bird perched on my window frame. I opened the window, let him in. I refused to keep him in a cage, because to me it was unimaginable that a creature that was born with two wings should be locked in a small space. I thought to a bird flying is his raison d'être. One morning, late June, I kept the window slightly ajar to let in some air, then went out of the room to pee. Once I opened the door of the room, the window was flung open through a gust of wind, but I didnt notice. When I came back later, the first thing I noticed was the open window and I knew he was gone. Prior to him flying into my room, I was feeling lonely and had wished for a pet to keep me company, but I worried about the logistics so I left it at that: a thought/wish. He came, kept me company from end of March till end of June, then one day he flew away. I remember feeling anger and grief, feelings I couldn't externalize for various reasons. And no one thought I had any right to be mad or sad because 1. he didn't stay that long, 2. he was "my" bird so others were uninvolved and 3. because I realized what the sentiment was: "fuck you and fuck your feelings, deal with them on your own and don't make a fuss." I stayed in my room for a day or two, feeling like shit, then I had to continue being functional because no one cared how I felt in general, let alone over "my" bird that I only had for 3 months. Now, at 2-3am in the morning, I reach for sth over the closet and it's covered in dropplings because that's where he liked to hang out/fall asleep. A lump swells in my throad, and I realize I didn't get to mourn the loss of my bird properly. It's been almost 3 months since he's gone, almost as long as his stay, and the days went by and blended into one another, but I never dealt with that. There are pigeons that come and eat grains and drink water placed in the balcony of the apartment. Everytime I saw a piegon, I thought it reminded me of something. And I thought it reminded me of a pigeon we had back in 2023. Now I realize the memory that was at the back of my mind trying to push through was of my canary whom I pushed out of my mind because I didn't have time to be sad over him, nor would have anyone understood why I would feel that way. I remembered how I used to talk to him and blow kisses to him and he'd reply back. Then I noticed he'd slightly freak out if I didn't reply, so I tried to de-condition it out of him. I remembered how the period before he was gone, he'd approach me, not scared, and how he started to perch on the mattress, the laptop... not afraid of me, or at least letting his guard partially down. I am so grateful to him, because he did make the days less lonely. I am also sorry because I thought I was doing the best for him by not caging him. Now he might've died, especially from the sweltering heat of July and August. He was a breath of innocence, warmth... Now all I have left was the dropplings on top of the closet and the other obstinate spots on the nightstand, the speaker... I feel slightly unconsolable somewhat because of guilt, but mostly because I do miss him, even though I realize I can't keep a pet nor provide it with better conditions than I did my canary. Farewell.

Also more about ladies I remember I had a lady call the fucking cops on me cause apparently I sounded sexual and it harass her cause I said she looked great today. So I had to go to the work office and talk to the fucking people about what I said and this bitch didn't even tell me sorry let alone tell me anything this vitch went to her office and covered her glass window that looked out toward the factory. Another time I had to go to the grocery store and I seen this lady in one isle and then I forgot sugar so I had to go to the other isle, now keep in mind as I'm going toward these isles for food this bitch goes to the same isles I'm in, so I had to think like "maybe if I just sit here for 10 minutes she might leave or go to the next three isles down" and when I went down the next isle the bitch was there and she started whaling on the floor and throwing shit at me. Like you had a whole 10 fucking minutes to leave so I can get my shit TF. last one, as a security guard when people get into fights *as securitas* we have to write down what happens and the time etc etc. So one day two girls was fighting of course had to break it up and get both females out the plant asap ( the whole fight mind you was one girl talking about Another girls dead relative) so I had to get both their names from the plant office. So I had to use the walkie-talkie and one of the girls picks up and says "why you need their name it's non of your business" like bitch it is my business! I had to walk to the office and get it because one girl wrote it down for me like it was a simple fucking favor SIMPLE SO I CAN DO MY FUCKING JOB

I’m just so incredibly tired. I don't mean the kind of tired that goes away with a good night's sleep. I mean a deep, heavy exhaustion that feels like it’s settled right into my bones. It feels like every single day is just an endless, exhausting cycle of pretending I’m fine, putting on a fake smile, and dragging myself through the motions just so nobody asks questions. And I'm suddenly not even that hungry anymore, everything tastes so disgusting. I eat because I just want to. It's not because I'm hungry. And I starve myself because I feel fat and overweight. And I hate myself and ye. And inside, I feel so completely hollow. It’s like there’s this massive, suffocating ache in my chest that never actually goes away, and I’m just drowning in it. I look around at everyone else living their lives, laughing, and moving forward, and I feel invisible. I am so sick of carrying this heavy, suffocating weight around. Every breath feels like an effort. Every single thought feels warped and poisoned by this dark cloud I can't shake. I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of tears, but even when I cry, it doesn't bring any relief. The tears just run out and leave me feeling even more hollowed out than before. I feel so completely trapped in my own mind. It’s a terrifying place to be because my own thoughts are the ones tearing me apart. They tell me I’m not enough. They tell me I’m a burden to everyone who cares about me. They tell me things will never get better. And the scariest part is, I’m starting to believe them. I just feel so small. So completely defeated. I’ve fought for so long, but I don't have any fight left in me. I’m just numbly sinking deeper into the dark, and I don’t even know how to reach out for a hand anymore. I don’t even know what I would say. I’m just so, so tired of hurting. I wanna sleep forever, I don't want to eat anymore, I just want the pain to go away. It's hurting so so much. I want it to stop. But it won't. I really really just want to sleep and never wake up. It won’t stop. I want someone to make it stop, but I have no one and that is what hurts the most. I can't cry into anyone's arms because I have no one to do that. Why can't I just be normal? Why won't it stop hurting? I can't breathe anymore without my chest hurting. I wanna cry, I wanna cry forever. I can't do this anymore. Everything is so blurry, I think it's because of all my tears that wont fall out of my eyes. My eyes burn so much. Why won't anyone help me?

I hear ladies talk about men so let me vent about ladies. Ima vent what happened recently I called three girls a petty ass bitch because when one was pregnant you know I told her congrats being nice not being weird nor being too cringe. But as my male sense got to me I had to turn around and look at that butt and she caught me looking so at her table she yells out "that's the boy that kept looking at my ass!" Right when I was leaving work, then the next day she got her friends and straight up roasting me one day then hiding when they seen me the next so today had to say that to get that off my chest. But tbh idk how these mfs do it they don't let a girl get to them or them "I don't get a girl get to me" like that's cool as fuck. For me I can't literally talk to them without them getting freaked the fuck out or do some fucked up shit like damn ladies really be doing too much

Rip lost og post. Anyway when ever I’m sweating bc I’m convinced they don’t turn the ac or whatever on till the store opens. Saving money? I imagine the security is just sitting in their room watching cams with the air or some fan on them watching us sweat. But also lately I feel like I’m being watched so much. Like ppl walking past to monitor me. Or I’ll be somewhere and my manager just speaks nearby to do whatever??? No clue but it’s like smoke and mirrors. One time they just spawned nearby me and started talking to some guy nearby and then watched me as I left. I have 2 managers they kind of hover nearby me. Idk maybe it’s Incase I have a question ? Or to help me if I need it? Because I’m trying to look at it from a different possible angle than micromanage or whatever. Kind of makes me feel like a noob or sum still struggling needing a babysitter to help me. Even one co worker kind of lingers or watches and he showed up AFTER ME 😭 unless back from a break. But I think he means well,

I didn't even know him for very long but I still think about this little fawn we had to put to sleep. I cared for him for 3 days because we were hoping he had white muscle disease, but an x-ray instead confirmed he had been trampled and his back was broken. The vet tried to sedate him but he just wouldn't go under and so I just. I held him as he twitched and tried to fight the euthanasia drug. It felt so awful.

I really love this one guy I even fix our relationship, and I don't want to lose him the way I lose on my last relationship. But there one thing been stuck on my mind is he playing me? does he have another? every time I think about that. I always wonder myself at night why I choose to stay when he's being cold to me is it just because I ignored him for 2 days because I can't have my phone. the truth is I always sneak up at night just to mssg him if I can't mssg him I just cried the whole night. I really love him that I lose myself for loving him so hard i really need him now to talk to me and tell me what are the things i made him do that to me I guess because I ignored him? I did that accidentally, so he won't get hurt bc of me but every time I let him go there's a part of me that still missing him, I don't understand it hurt so much to let him go when you really love him deeply, but i tried to be better for him I always fix our relationship when I mess things up, but he's the one who ignored my mssgs i tried myself so hard to be a better person like he always wanted. but there was one night i cried like a whole night. He always thinks I have other, I didn't love him, I stopped caring about him, that i got tired of him. but I'm not tired of him. I want to go back where we used to before, but it's my fault I did not keep my promise. OH, how I wish he sees this. I wish he knows how much i love him to the point i break the rules just to be with him. I didn't hate my parents at all bc of taking my phone away i love them i understand them they just wanted to protect bc im 16 and he's 24. for me age doesn't matter when i love the person i wanted. We have been for almost 2 weeks. OH how i wish he was here to see this.