All my stalkers want to fuck me. Okay, what’s new?

Every girl I’ve said no to having sex with has threatened to kill themselves.

Somehow this bitch thought that getting up and leaving a date was an intentional move on my part to get laid.

No, I actually was uncomfortable as fuck after you mentioned for the sixth time how horny you were.

Is it really so hard to believe that I don’t want to get laid?

God, I hate dating.

I want to make someone look at me again like he did. I fell in love with his terror because it was the most honest thing about him. Life unravels when you can’t talk your way out of a hypothetical. The skin is soft and the will is weak.

I've been writing a ton and feel good only for the brief moment after something is completed. Otherwise, I'm pretty miserable during the whole present experience of it.

Music is better because the entire process is pleasent. I love the piano and how caressing it is.

I do wish I played piano eariler just because how distracting it is too. I can play at a time like this and weep without the tears or despair.

I sometimes dream of a touch that could take me out of its grasp but am completely fine with it never coming.

Like my cold room is a melody and there is nobody out there. Yet I’ll play until the birds sing, and their chirps feel like applause.

I’m here to be evil, and yet the absence social media makes me feel produces notes, not sentences.

You're right, words are often so very cruel. It occurs to me now that maybe we never spoke. You don't have arms, so, allow me to play then for you. Somehow we grew up together and I never noticed.

I hate tarot. It’s just annoying bad sentiment for no reason.

I know I have karmic debt. The annoying part is that it’s always ambiguously good or bad every-time. NOTHING but manifest value (me!me!me!).

Leave me the fuck alone with your pleas for attention. You’ll never have worth to me. How about you do something, like actually engage with the world?


MAYBE YOU CAN CHANGE THINGS BY ASSERTING WILL.

I fought god and lost. But I’ve never had trouble taking advantage of fortuna. She’s an easy woman.

I have a prince soul NOT a knight’s soul. No chivalry is contained within my soul sweetheart.

She could AT LEAST tell me where I went wrong. Listen, 10 years older basically makes you my teacher and baby I’m eager.

Ugh I hate talking to women. They sometimes just start saying the same things.

I’m so done with mentally ill girls. They are like super spreaders of evil and never try to get better.



They’ll take birth control without fail but cannot be bothered to take a pill that stops the constant misery they pull others into.

Trying to not sad post but recently I’ve been getting blackout. Not really as a cope either, usually I’m just out with people and don’t want to kill the vibe.

Let’s never fuck actually. I would soooo much prefer that.

I fall in love way too easily. I’m already heartbroken and lighting candles in an attempt to reignite our fiery connection. Why am I mourning again?

I saw it in your eyes, didnt I? Something natural and real— no! Not again!


So here I am, typing out what could’ve been. My daydream reverie! My beautiful—

I deserve nothing but these pathetic yearnings. This series of self harm I’ve created for myself.

“I didn’t choose what I dream about”
says my coping mechanisms.

But already I have made myself into nothing again. I’m simply crying out, drunkenly, a lost hope that was already gone. It’s embarrassing and so,

I often wish I was never born.

I was never enough

I’m definitely not meant for this world

The type of girls who really care about Instagram are basically all whores. It’s like a very specific type of girl mostly in the city centres but yeah all of them are disgusting.

I was together with and continue to be around the lot of them and it’s just miserable. The whore phase is recoverable but I wouldn’t trust a bitch unless they deleted the app without question. It does so much more harm to them in the end. But not my place nor do I really fucking care. I do just truly look at them as things to be used unfortunately.

My advice is to not waste your time. Judge them and know what they are. It isn’t cruel to judge a person on the actions they engage in. The true misogynists are elated by the continuing masses of women hijacking themselves through social media. I think some of them can certainly reach a maturity but forever their core, and I truly believe this, is screaming out to delete the app.

Nobody wants to be used or treated like an object. But at some point I have to protect myself from the actions of others. Self objectification is just another thing I want nothing to do with anymore. It will become my problem, my burden and eventually my trauma.

If I’m being honest the best way for me to protect myself right now is to dehumanize in a small but meaningful way: all women who are performatively using social media are whores. Especially if they have a boyfriend!

It really is just a vibe check and certainly not truth, however; it is experience. Marketing yourself as a product does something dark and twisted to the psyche. Your body should not be on display like this. Or at least, I don’t understand how it is at all powerful to do so. To market yourself to a content consumer.

At the end of the day though all of my violence is directed towards the business men who propagated these systems. Yes, people choose to do this to themselves but I grew up with this. It is now my duty to remove myself from what they created. I think that process justifies a slow and public beheading.

Forcibly being injected intravenously with a slow drip of blackpilling compounds by every girl I’ve ever met my age.

The STI lab technician is taken 💔💔💔

You will never truly process what kind of being you are. Instead you will forever think you have.

Oh, how sad your life truly is!

My eyes are rolling out of my fucking head.

Misery will never fuck you. She knows a whore when she sees one. So keep pretending to ascertain truth while heaven passes you by. You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.

Totally convincing her to come to New Friends Fest rn