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maanantai 30. maaliskuuta 2026

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 Love me or hate me? Hint: most have chosen to hate me, if not ignore. I don't even deserve it. To rather not be, or to be, that is the question
I'd rather live in my distant memories. Listen to British pop music. Takes me back. Time before Taylor Swift, mind you. I have her music blocked on Spotify. So you are in good company, my haters.
Wiped my table mirror with window cleaner. For a while I looked like obese Frida Kahlo.
I have a black skirt on that's longer at the back than on the front. No idea when these were fashionable. I have a lot of band shirts as well (Seether) so I can just pick one up when I have nothing to wear. Black underwear too so it's all harmonious
It's Easter Monday... yesterday kids were going from door to door as witches and reciting the poem that wishes good health and swooshing their decorated willow pussy branches at the old peoples who then gave them chocolate, candy, moneys... at least that's how I imagine they did. Depends if they went all out...
No one has ever virpoa to myself. Maybe it's why I'm so ill.
Also I didn't notice summertime clocks moving forward before like 9.25 pm
Slept all day. Went early to bed. I need to spray more magnesium on my joints again. It really did seem effective the first time round.
Missed a livestream from the celeb I have followed a decade. I guess it doesn't matter. Might as well stop throwing gifts at him and save that money for myself.
It has been pretty quiet. No messages from anyone. No one trying to contact me. It's better than being always anxious because of having a stalker from another country. It's also kinda lonely. I could just stare into nothing. I have no purpose...

Social media isn't a safety net, it's just another data collection business model. In the 90s you could find stuff online. Like what a Xena episode was about, how to take care of your hamster, and find missigno on your pokemon red cartridge.
Now you can't find what you supposedly need...

Got a short water cut in a few days. It won't kill me. My plants drink more water than me. I might even be asleep.
Nothing is a problem, when you have all the free time in the world. Everyone lives their busy lives. Has their fake responsibilities. Decide things amongst themselves, like a family except you aren't a part of it. Not sure if I'm materialistically content, means I could then feel safe and loved or whatever. I'd rather be poor as fuck and loved, than well taken care of and still feel alone as fuck

aight. You could be in the wrong blog.

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