torstai 12. helmikuuta 2026

Your attitude does not meet the criteria of belonging in this group

 There's hope. It's common. Even more common than the filth of people judging my threads posts cancerous or break my body peace by calling me by fluffy animal names. People hate my food posts? Do they expect me to eat shit? I have tasted my breast milk, and it was sweet. I shouldn't have had breast milk, but psychiatrists put me on risperdal.
But what is a baby bell pepper that I found in my food a sign of hope. Encouragement of growth.
I went downtown today. Walked three kilometers. From the library to the normal store for a freebie gum, then in a gaming cafe too early. Way too early. Met some nerdgirls. Haven't paid a member fee like ever.
They talked about getting older a lot. You know. Maiden, mother, crone. We all want to be the crones already? I just have some plants to take care of besides myself right now.
I play Pokemon Go still. I have a memory. I don't remember all over a thousand monsters but I'm pretty good with them. Maybe not a party trick. I don't have aphantasia I can imagine a few right away if not name them. Flaaffy, armaldo. Random pokemon...
I don't hate people. I'm not nihilist. Sometimes I just feel left out and told I'm hated by everyone, but I can just embarrass myself better than them. I'm not important.
The girl who I tried to help has blocked me. Just found out today. She took everything so seriously and the wrong way. I bet it is her autism. But glad nobody is ever coming on my mattress again to sleep and eat all my food without any thanks.
Whattiina elstinez.... mmhh... Home. Fed. Tired. Not in the mood. Just gay doing drugs and hailing satan... I am from a different world to these old people. Just as these new 20-somethings are the same as the old me, but still I don't get them. No hablo gen z or alpha. Niet. School doesn't teach salaries and taxes. Rules and the system. I'm not saying I know anything about work either its just... I shouldn't. It's not in my curriculum. It's not in my educational psychology column for humanist view.
Well. Eat shit and die mommy brained individual I blocked. My refridgerator does not give you cancer. I hadn't noticed a lot of comments on my fridge post because I've turned notifications off for all Meta products?
Whatever. I have things to learn still. Tomorrow I will have a look at that 2025 year book of science illustrated by bonnier as that I got in the mail today. Now I'm not sciency enough. I'm not gamy enough. Not worthy. Not comical. Not bookish. I'm just a bit of all and that's fine when you get somebody to give you their all... like, be all in. Imagine their faces. I've not seen you mad. No, I've heard how you've been alienated and brainwashed to see me as the enemy. I just want to be loved and cared for as well you piece of pampered ass. sorry for ever thinking you were the most important thing to me in life. Even sleep came in second. But yeah... sisters from other misters. Note to get out of this space... I mean, I'm not bad looking. I was even intelligent. But you have intelligence in your pocket now. You don't care about knowing how everything works. Mutual block peoples. Imma get some rest on my peepholes. I have a weekend to rest up to. Plans. And I never have plans. I'm a master of nothing homebody. Nothing forever, remember?

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