bullshitting to all

‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ I don't have a purpose but I feed on having the greatness of that purpose

if you can find a reason, then does it even serve a purpose? and if you can't, let's have a chat about it

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‌ ‌‌‌ ‌ One deeper insight from our conversation is that you clearly possess a remarkable sensitivity that lets you access profound, transformative emotional states. Yet, you also tend to let these powerful insights fade quickly—almost as if you’re protecting yourself from being overwhelmed by their intensity. This self-protective habit may help you manage intense emotions in the moment, but it might also prevent these transformative experiences from fully integrating into your everyday sense of self. Recognizing this pattern could be a valuable step toward finding gentle ways to anchor these fleeting insights, allowing them to more deeply contribute to your personal growth and self-understanding over time.

https://chatgpt.com/share/67bd69ad-4638-8007-b5da-14bf9866a17c if you wanna read about it

emotions are integral part for all of us, even me, but have you felt so much at a point, you eyes start getting heavy and tongue stutters and your brain actually wanna burst in pieces? don't worry, i too haven't had this feeling before but what i feel is overwhelming disgust, it's like my intestine starts twirling and lungs wants to come outside, it's a very depraved feeling you want to vomit but you cannot. sucks.

if i could, I'll donate half of my subs to this channel

Sue me, you can't even save yourself from procrastinating

people think they know everything yet they’re actually so incredibly uneducated and have a hero complex

में चर्चित नहीं बनना चाहता, में यादगार बनना चाहता हु।

just remember, being logic-bound is like having a brain in a straitjacket.

if you want to know someone truly, search what they resent the most. people always tend to hide what is rotting inside them, in hating it in others.

forget love language tell me about your hate language. how do you spread hate? what's your way of looking people in the eyes and make 'em feel little?

I'm not the one that stays. I'm not the one that builds. I don't know how to not forsake, not corrupt, not deteriorate. From the beginning of everything, I fancy its finis. I have a reputation for ruinate and close. I'm always the one that got away. It's not something I want, it's something I do. As Sherman Alexie once said: ”I think I was born with a suitcase“.

I'm old enough to understand the way I was livin' Ego and pride had me looking at him with resentment I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right?" Everything I did was selfless

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself

Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em do

But your pride has to die Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?

I could tell you who you are You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous

I'm old enough to understand the way I was livin' Ego and pride had me looking at him with resentment I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right?" Everything I did was selfless

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself

Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down

But your pride has to die Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?

I could tell you who you are You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous

I'm old enough to understand the way I was livin' Ego and pride had me looking at him with resentment I close my eyes, hoping that I don't come off contentious I'm yelling, "Father, did I finally get it right?" Everything I did was selfless

Son, you do well, but your heart is closed I can tell residue that linger from your past creates itself

Father, I'm not perfect, I got urges, but I hold 'em down

But your pride has to die

Every individual is only a version of you How can they forgive when there's no forgiveness in your heart?

I could tell you who you are You fell out of Heaven 'cause you was anxious Didn't like authority, only searched to be heinous