Polkadot

I genuinely don't remember what happened in the last couple of hours if someone doesnt drop a hint

I can’t even fix myself and y’all are out there fixing other people?

In another universe she actually started doing better instead of always saying 'I was gonna'

I just wanna be called "stupid" in a British accent. Is that too much to ask??

even if i lived in ur skin, it still wouldn’t be enough. if i could, i would grab a shovel, dig a hole inside your neck, crawl between your vocal chords, and wrap myself around them until each whisper vibrates through my bones. i'm afraid I'll miss you even then, that you will feel distant even from the inside.

Because the system demands it? A faceless, nameless entity that requires the constant sacrifice of small joys, the slow erosion of hope, the endless repetition of meaningless tasks? And what was our crime to be sentenced to this suffering? The crime of existence? The crime of being born into a world where the machinery of suffering is perpetually in motion, grinding down the individual into a fine powder of despair—is that what it is? And is there no justice here, only the cold, indifferent logic of the absurd? One is born, one suffers, and one dies. The reasons are irrelevant; the explanations meaningless. To seek understanding is to embark on a futile quest, a descent into the labyrinthine corridors of the human mind, where reason crumbles into madness. Maybe it wasn't a question Tobe answered in the first place but a condition Tobe endured.

Why do people need to suffer?

#mecore?

It's like, I'm one act of unsolicited niceness away from being that weirdo who follows you around quoting poetry and trying to braid your hair with wildflowers. I'd be wearing tie-dye, sporting a volunteer badge, and aggressively recycling things that are clearly not recyclable. My apartment would be filled with cats and homemade jam, and I'd probably start referring to everyone as "my dude."

People genuinely scare me at times. The violence they're capable of scares me. But I'm petrified of kindness that can disarm me with just a smile-a smile!!

They say lightning doesn't strike the same place twice, but the universe seems to have a particular fondness for my corner of existence

idk if ppl get my sense of humor or i should just shut up

Bitches be like:" I'm a independent person and I don't need anyone's help when I'm doing something." And then cry when they have to make a decision. It's me. I'm bitches. I hate making decisions that would possibly ruin my already messy life

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

I really love it when people start conversations with me but when i have to do it, i feel like the most annoying ,embarrassing person to ever exist in the whole observable universe with approximately 200 sextillion stars.