Well, that didn't lasted... I'm unemployed AGAIN
Well, that didn't lasted... I'm unemployed AGAIN
According to you, what happens when you die?
Half of the time I look forward to my death, it doesn’t scare me since I don’t see the real point of my life, what scares me is if my agony would be slow and painful. But then what? I just stop existing and it’s like I fell asleep? Do I see light? Darkness? Nothing? What is nothing?
Look I'm not American so my opinion is OBVIOUSLY worthless but about politics, Trump...
Me on Mondays
Seriously, wtf "living life a quarter of a mile at a time" does even mean?
I already got instantly shadow banned on Reddit from my new phone
This blows… Wtf is that a thing anyways, what a stupid, fascist way of censorship. It’s like you getting cattle marked for life in a social media and I didn’t do anything. I didn’t insulted anyone or attacked any minority, it sucks because the communities I followed about the media I consume are there. And only them hold the “market” of forum like groups since Google plus death. No other app comes close to them. Posting here is like posting in a desert for that media I liked.
Teenagers are amusing
Last Sunday, while I was playing Xbox, my little bro (he’s 15, but I’m like more than double his age) asked me if I knew “these songs” obviously I’m unplugged to modern pop music so I didn’t knew a single one, just by curiousity I asked him to play some older music, specifically music from the time I arrived to the country I’m living now and he was fascinated about it. Keep in mind he was born in this country, we have the same mother but different father, so this is technically “his music” but he never heard it because apparently it was too old, despite being pop hits back in 2006 - 07 Next day, he’s listening old music all by himself, and learning the lyrics. Maybe to impress his friends or whatever. I was never like that, even at his age. Then again after reaching my teenager years I basically stopped having friends.
Even if I'm trying to avoid it I can't escape it
Valentine’s… Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason… Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.