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(24.1.2026)⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
How do you rehabilitate people under mass psychosis? This is a question that is pivotal to the survival and preservation of humanity as we can recognize it. Hypnotized people, who would rather forfeit their own God given ability to think and judge for themself, than overcome their weakness, are a threat to us all. ... I think about how so many people can be unanimously angry yet unable to create change. I think I realized something. It is because it is anger out of envy. So there is no desire for change only to reverse the fortune. Only anger from a place of love and compassion truly wants to see the structures of injustice as we are bound to be destroyed. It doesn't matter how angry you all get as a collective if that anger is envy. The person who is angry out of envy does not care about their neighbors suffering-- only their own. ... I can't take this. This is too much suffering for one person to bear. I want to pass my torch to someone. Please anybody, someone help complete what I couldn't. What the people who have died and who have given up before me couldn't. I must keep expressing my suffering until I connect to the most people I can. Until my usefulness is all used up. It is what I was born to do. See and suffer. For the ones that couldn’t. That can’t. I can’t give up. Whatever that means. I want the people around me to feel like they can live in a better world. A slightly bigger world than they’d have thought of as possible before. I’ve done this a little, but I have to try harder. I have to get to the next level. Do more.

(19.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
I remember my elementary school did one of those things where the class had to write for soldiers. I already felt out of place, and asked the teacher if I could write it to my dad. I think we used colored paper and I picked orange because it was his favorite color. I remember reading it to my mom, and asking if she thought he would like it, and because my mom is a gentle person she said she was sure he would. I began distrusting people at a young age, so I remember thinking eventually that they could’ve just stored them away somewhere and said that they sent it. I’m not sure if I actually turned it in. My mom might’ve kept it that way he’d actually get it. Anyhow, it’s funny to think that amongst those that are delivered, some soldiers get drawings and writings from somebody else’s kid that’s addressed dear dad.

(18.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
Christians, jews, muslims, mormons, ethnic and sexual circles. If you do not comform, you are left to die. That is all there is to these "communities". They think they are safe spaces. There is no such thing. They are no different than the Parisian elites who ate amongst themselves before the revolution. You will be snuffed out. You think you're safe if you stay away from the sick, by claiming they aren't your own, but the plague of the human suffering, left untreated, will spread to into every home. There is no one to blame for "starting it". It is the fault of our own ineptitude, and selfishness. Because nobody wants to protect and nurture the weakest link, we all suffer.

(17.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
As fun as hating with people is, there's only so much circle jerk i can take until I go soft 🥹 Takes so regurgitated i feel bad for ppl with emetophobia

(12.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
The best way to irritate the people you hate is to unabashedly be yourself. People have no interest in what you have to say unless it is not meant for them. This is because people love to pillage. People should be more self aware of this nature. There is not anything shameful about it. We cannot create anything worth somebody’s time by ourselves. When you are insecure that you are worthless, it is hard to humble yourself when you think you’ve finally scored some kind of revenge. I have trouble faulting people for, emotionally, taking the “easy path,” because then I’d have to criticize myself too, if I were fair.

(11.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
Trophy wife. dirt cheap children. Please tell me this isn't reality. I want to see the sun behind the clouds. I keep coming back to that tarp covered cellar in the summer of my childhood over and over again. Even when I’d lug my feet miles and miles away, I would still feel like I’m glued to the same flesh. Stuck at the bottom of that place, looking up and imagining outside where the other children laugh, cry, and beat each other with their small round fists without me.

Babies are born wailing, and I don’t know how to scream. A person’s first instinct is to cry for help. When this is cut from you, do you cease to be human?

(7.1.2026) ⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°⋆˚✿˖°
Often I think, there is nobody in the world like me. It makes me so sad, that I want to disappear forever. I feel alone. Music, and books are all I have, but even within those communities it's hard to find people with my same tastes. Did I ever make a real friend, my own age? One with the same heart? How much of this is the fault of my own weakness?

I never wanted to help myself. I wanted to be saved. As I felt sorry for myself, I craved an apology from the world- an apology that will never be returned.

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