I just don’t think people like me for me and want to be with me because there’s something of me and about me that they want to be around with. I can find something to be attracted to with almost anyone, but for some reason, it’s the opposite with me.
Not really. It’s like with any mass shooter case where the shooter kills themselves. It’s frustrating because we’ll never know what in their mind, got them to do what they did. So we’re all going to be spending lots of time just simply speculating and having hot takes.
Aside from using the word ‘consume’…
I don’t like hoarding. I become so isolated from choice that I can’t enjoy anything I’ve ever acquired. I’ve always gotten what I wanted because I wanted it, not because everyone else has gotten it and not because it’s just to take up data on my drives. What I have now currently anyways, will sustain me for days to months and getting more of it will not make it better. It’ll just bring oversaturation and I’ll be too isolated again to bother.
Pessimistic.
The more times I see people not fighting for the rights and benefits that they deserve, the more I am shying away in disappointment. We continually allow defeatism to cloud us to where it’s no wonder why governments, corporations and other filth have such a field day with us.
I’m just waiting for something, anything, to put all of us out of our misery.