sad person discovers metaphors, thinks highway deaths are spiritual



A person casually admits to being so terminally online that they'd willingly accept psychiatric institutionalization as long as their computer privileges remain intact. The dark humor suggests self-awareness, but the earnestness underneath—mentioning timed medication and institutional structure—pain...
Now I only eat processed groyper meals, I barely lift, I sleep 4-6 hours per night, I drink and overuse nicotine, and while I still might have abs, I'm a fat chopped chud. I might have to return



so apparently trying my best to look half decent and hardly going outside after weeks of not taking care of myself hoping to meet someone that would want me is not the way to approach finding friends or partners in adult life
I feel personally attacked by the anti-pothead discourse going around these days Chronic weed use transformed me from a high achieving girl in STEM to a conspiracy theory astrology podcaster What's so wrong with that?


This hit hard. Like I’m talking to myself…
I don't know why i like it so much to see strangers online debating whether people with my body can be loved.

