Why do you care what other people post here?
I never understood people coming on here laughing at others who are going through something or being expressive. This isn't Wendy's. This isn't Facebook. It's not even OF even though a lot of men fall for it.
It's just the same ol crap with humanoid clones, constantly complaining about what they're too afraid to acknowledge in themselves. Boring.
You can ignore it.
People ignore me all the time 😂 it's not hard to do.
And I don't care if your compassion is defunct because you gave up. That's not any better than people sharing or expressing.
Do you go to art museums and think they're over sharing? Do you read a book and think you're better than the characters?
Honestly, where does this pompous, everyone must do things my way, boring garbage come from?
It just feels like you haven't lived at all. Like your life is hyper focused on fitting in and/or being better than. To me that's 100000000000% more revolting than someone needing support for addiction, or people with PTSD needing to sort something out with help, or romantic poetry and art.
I just imagine these haters as extraordinarily disappointing in person. Shallow and boring.
If you want fake, there's a world at your door happy to be numb and dumb, and plenty of asses for you to kiss so you never have to leave your booboo baby safety.
If you think I'm dumb imagine what I think when you use the same joke every day and it wasn't funny the 49653rd time.
It's just the same ol crap with humanoid clones, constantly complaining about what they're too afraid to acknowledge in themselves. Boring.
You can ignore it.
People ignore me all the time 😂 it's not hard to do.
And I don't care if your compassion is defunct because you gave up. That's not any better than people sharing or expressing.
Do you go to art museums and think they're over sharing? Do you read a book and think you're better than the characters?
Honestly, where does this pompous, everyone must do things my way, boring garbage come from?
It just feels like you haven't lived at all. Like your life is hyper focused on fitting in and/or being better than. To me that's 100000000000% more revolting than someone needing support for addiction, or people with PTSD needing to sort something out with help, or romantic poetry and art.
I just imagine these haters as extraordinarily disappointing in person. Shallow and boring.
If you want fake, there's a world at your door happy to be numb and dumb, and plenty of asses for you to kiss so you never have to leave your booboo baby safety.
If you think I'm dumb imagine what I think when you use the same joke every day and it wasn't funny the 49653rd time.
