Polkadot

What's the concept of sleep?

My own collection of “Did I really just do that?” have been updated

You and me are professional mourner. Dont let them tape your tear duct

balancing my life by reading a 1000+ page book about wwll, 2hrs of sleep for the past months, unfinished projects, schedules on top of schedules, meetups,feeding on air, and i still hear voices in my head

Childhood, neighborhood, adulthood, whatthefuckisselfhood

At the end of the day playing person-person is hard. I didnt even audition for this!

if you see me at a party, laughing and mingling and pretending to enjoy myself, just know that there's a good chance I'm secretly having an existential crisis. And if you see me crying in a corner, just know that there's a good chance I'm faking it.

I mostly just experience a low-grade hum of… meh.

Me as in now

Be rebellious dont try to be understood.

Do you channel your inner grumpy grandpa and mutter, 'What has the world come to?' at least 3738388 times a day? I feel seen. I imagine your daily routine goes something like this: 1. Wake up. Check phone. Immediately overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stupid on the internet. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 2. Attempt to make coffee. Spill coffee. Curse the invention of Keurig machines. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 3. Commute to work. Witness some egregious act of public transportation etiquette. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (Bonus points if you actually say it out loud and get a dirty look from a teenager wearing headphones.) 4. Spend eight hours at work, surrounded by incompetence, bureaucracy, and pointless meetings. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (Under your breath, of course. You don't want to get fired.) 5. Return home. Turn on the TV. Immediately bombarded with depressing news stories about political corruption, environmental disasters, and celebrity scandals. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 6. Attempt to relax. Get interrupted by a telemarketer, a door-to-door salesperson, or a neighbor who wants to borrow your lawnmower. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' 7. Go to bed. Lie awake at night, contemplating the existential dread of modern life. Mutter, 'What has the world come to?' (In your head, this time. You don't want to wake up your spouse*wakesup*.) All i wanna say is i respect your 'get off my lawn' mentality. And I know you are just waiting for the apocalypse!

Dont question if im sane when i only have 3hrs of sleep.

Private channel(definition):where you can share your deepest, darkest secrets with a select group of people who are probably screenshotting everything and sharing it with their friends. It's the online equivalent of whispering in a crowded room while wearing a microphone and a neon sign that says 'I'M SHARING A SECRET! COME CLOSER!'

Monday is going to be good(crawls on the floor)

Stop being nostalgic if you arent a wealthy straight white dude. Like what 'good old days' are you particularly speaking abt.

As for yearning for solid ground? Well, good luck with that. We're all just clinging to this giant, spinning rock hurtling through space, desperately trying to find some meaning and purpose in a universe that is, for all intents and purposes, indifferent to our existence.

There is no time to stop and see all the good things around us.

I just hate the volatility of this age

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