Get It Twisted, The Only Way For You To Make Friends Is To Get So Good At Something That Everyone Else

im gonna make statements. tired of all the clever people. sometimes you just need to be boring for a time. real ones know..

thinking of ways to remove humor from my life

it's so atrocious how im into nerds. oh ur infodumping? fucking. dump a load inside while ur at it.

Rewatching evangelion. Crazy that the message of the show is "the only way for straight cisgender people to have happy relationships is to turn every human on earth into a big pool of telepathic orange goop."

having a nice and normal call with someone and then hanging up and instantly yelling "what the fuck what the fuck why did i sound like that AAAAAAAAAAAA" and feeling my body temperature drop like 10 degrees and i start biting chunks out of my hand and crying blood and rotating in a circle

#moe

it is 2027, and you are having a conversation on discord. suddenly, everything gets far too quiet. the ground around you almost seems to shake somehow, and the lights in your room dim. "oh god," someone says, "a nitro user is typing". at that point, it begins. lights start to dance around your screen, flashing and strobing every which way, becoming increasingly brighter and more colorful over the course of the next few seconds. blaring, triumphant fanfare plays, more blaring and more triumphant than you thought your headphones able to handle. you try to peel them away, but some mysterious force keeps them attached to your head. suddenly, lasers appear -- not on your screen, but somehow coming out of your monitor itself ! they dance around wildly as the fanfare begins to morph into edm. you think you hear a crowd cheer outside of your window. fog begins to pool around you, as if coming from an invisible smoke machine. you begin to panic, you wonder what the fuck is going on, but you cannot keep your eyes away from the screen. a deep voice begins to sound from all around you. "ARE YOU READY," it says, "FOR A MESSAGE..." and with another pause for effect, it finishes, "FROM WEEDBRONY42 !!" and the crowd goes fucking insane. the beat drops and a surge of pleasure emanates through your body -- you feel violated somehow. and as the fog and lights gradually clear, the music reaches a climax, and the curtains are dramatically drawn, your eyes are finally allowed to focus on a message telling you to kill yourself for your opinions on undertale.

need to give up on my dreams and spec into being cute girl

One of the really fucked things about being super depressed for a long time is that you can have as many sad or stressful dreams as you want, but the second anything happy happens you think "well thats unrealistic" and then wake up