I had a sudden crisis in class when I realised I have no idea what I wanna do in the future, went home 30 mins early, saw 12 cops start beating a woman at the tram stop for no reason, got told I was gonna be arrested for filming them, screamed one of them down on that obvious bullshit, and am now feeling fuckin miserable for drawing attention to myself cos of my stupid socialphobia. Anyways, that’s been my extremely healthy and regular day

A guy at my friend’s work just discovered Incels but hasn’t quite worked out the lingo. He keeps calling the weekend a chad cos he thinks it just means “good thing”

using this day to remember only the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami and no other tragedy

The seasonal affective disorder has thawed off the past couple of days so I’m starting to get my feelings back. It’s nice remembering I love music, and singing, and why I love those things. Not so nice feeling like someone just jammed a syringe full of loneliness into my solar plexus and let it all out.

king gizzard and the sucka fucka ding dong

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