Polkadot

finally all the not eating caught up to me !!! (Choose your stuggle)

today, i feel like im in someone's stomach waiting to be munched.

You don't know enough,' they say, like I haven't heard that my entire life. Sherlock, I'm choosing not to know! My brain is already overflowing with useless information, like the lyrics to every Spice Girls song. I don't need any more data clogging up the system. 'Bitch, I'm acting blind for far deeper reasons you won't understand.' Translation: I'm deliberately avoiding this topic because it's boring, depressing,uninteresting, or involves a level of effort that I'm simply not prepared to exert. Maybe I'm pretending not to see the political dumpster fire raging around us because I'm afraid I'll spontaneously combust from rage. Maybe I'm tuning out all the relationship advice because my love life is a trainwreck that I'm not ready to face. Maybe I'm just really, really tired. The point is, my ignorance is a conscious choice. It's a self-preservation tactic. It's a way of maintaining a semblance of sanity in a world that's constantly trying to bombard me with information overload. So, back off, Socrates. I'm doing what I need to do to survive. And if that means pretending that I don't know anything about quantum physics, the history of tax law, or the simple act of using a browser,then so be it. My mental health is more important than your intellectual validation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a pint of ice cream and a Netflix documentary

is every reel I see like superrrrrr funny or am I just like really drunk

It's fine. (Listen to heart wrenching depressive songs )

I genuinely hate ppl who philosophize simple question.

I don't understand humans most of the time. Dont expect me to verbalize my understanding every again

Anyone who knows magic? I wanna disappear pls

Please have mercy it's weekends

Seriously, what is it with people and their need to projectile vomit their opinions all over you? Like, I get it, you have thoughts. Congratulations. So does my cat, but she doesn't feel the need to yowl them at 3 a.m. Why the need to scream them loud enough to shatter glass when a polite whisper would suffice? Are they afraid we won't hear them otherwise? Or do they just enjoy the sound of their own voice so much that they can't resist the urge to unleash a sonic boom of unsolicited advice? And don't even get me started on strangers. Especially the ones who stare. The ones with the 'adoring' gaze. What is that? What do they see? Do they think I'm some kind of magical unicorn who shits rainbows and solves world hunger with my mere presence? Because, newsflash: I'm not. I'm just a regular human being with a crippling fear of social interaction and a deep-seated desire to be left alone. Honestly, sometimes I just want to scoop out their eyeballs with a melon baller, store them in a pickle jar, and watch them slowly rot until they become a breeding ground for flies. It's not a healthy impulse, I know. But it's a deeply satisfying one. It's not that I want to hurt them, exactly. I just want to… reassign their ocular privileges. Maybe if they couldn't see, they'd finally understand the beauty of silence, the joy of anonymity, and the profound relief of not being subjected to the relentless scrutiny of the human gaze. Plus, bonus points for the flies!

I can't even respawn after this

I take it back living a life on edge isn't for the weak

"Yk im jealous. Your heart only belongs to me" Me:that's nasty thats soooo nasty "You are the CEO(my ATM for life.)" Me: gaggs

Im not seeing no romance for life barfffff~

Suddenly im the decider.

Ppl who dont need a literary escape fuck you

LEAVE ME ALONE..AAAAAAH (i saw a goof ball made of human idk)

Im not programmed like this