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A few weeks ago this Indian cunt ass bitch wrecked my car because you know, indians and Chineses are top two offenders in autism driving.

I finally found a car that I think would serve well for next few years after 3 weeks of hunting.
 
I turned 30 earlier this year. Birthdays are always highly melancholic for me, as it simply means that I'm one year older and one year closer to dying. However, my 30th birthday is one that I've always especially dreaded. I've always felt like, once I turn 30, I won't be young anymore. I'm truly an adult, whether I feel like one or not. But what does it even mean to be an adult anyways? Quite frankly, I don't want anything to do with what society tells me "adults" are supposed to do. I don't want to get married or have kids. I don't want to be a debt slave and work a job that I hate so that I can spend the rest of my life paying rent to a landlord (or paying off a mortgage). I don't want to partake in the meaningless rat race. I want something more, but I know that there really is nothing more. Life is an endless abyss with no purpose that we were all born to slave away and die in. As I have said before, I really don't know how anyone with a functioning brain can live in this world and not want to kill themselves.
 
I turned 30 earlier this year. Birthdays are always highly melancholic for me, as it simply means that I'm one year older and one year closer to dying. However, my 30th birthday is one that I've always especially dreaded. I've always felt like, once I turn 30, I won't be young anymore. I'm truly an adult, whether I feel like one or not. But what does it even mean to be an adult anyways? Quite frankly, I don't want anything to do with what society tells me "adults" are supposed to do. I don't want to get married or have kids. I don't want to be a debt slave and work a job that I hate so that I can spend the rest of my life paying rent to a landlord (or paying off a mortgage). I don't want to partake in the meaningless rat race. I want something more, but I know that there really is nothing more. Life is an endless abyss with no purpose that we were all born to slave away and die in. As I have said before, I really don't know how anyone with a functioning brain can live in this world and not want to kill themselves.
Then go kill yourself
 
Often woken up by the muscle spasms and been like this for about 3 weeks now.
I turned 30 earlier this year. Birthdays are always highly melancholic for me, as it simply means that I'm one year older and one year closer to dying. However, my 30th birthday is one that I've always especially dreaded. I've always felt like, once I turn 30, I won't be young anymore. I'm truly an adult, whether I feel like one or not. But what does it even mean to be an adult anyways? Quite frankly, I don't want anything to do with what society tells me "adults" are supposed to do. I don't want to get married or have kids. I don't want to be a debt slave and work a job that I hate so that I can spend the rest of my life paying rent to a landlord (or paying off a mortgage). I don't want to partake in the meaningless rat race. I want something more, but I know that there really is nothing more. Life is an endless abyss with no purpose that we were all born to slave away and die in. As I have said before, I really don't know how anyone with a functioning brain can live in this world and not want to kill themselves.
Coming to think that is 4 years away from me is insane.
 
If something is wrong with me I'm probably not going to speak about it publicly on onion farms.
 
I turned 30 earlier this year. Birthdays are always highly melancholic for me, as it simply means that I'm one year older and one year closer to dying. However, my 30th birthday is one that I've always especially dreaded. I've always felt like, once I turn 30, I won't be young anymore. I'm truly an adult, whether I feel like one or not. But what does it even mean to be an adult anyways? Quite frankly, I don't want anything to do with what society tells me "adults" are supposed to do. I don't want to get married or have kids. I don't want to be a debt slave and work a job that I hate so that I can spend the rest of my life paying rent to a landlord (or paying off a mortgage). I don't want to partake in the meaningless rat race. I want something more, but I know that there really is nothing more. Life is an endless abyss with no purpose that we were all born to slave away and die in. As I have said before, I really don't know how anyone with a functioning brain can live in this world and not want to kill themselves.
I'm 31 with functioning brain and periodic thoughts of how I might, not because I want to but because my twisted imagination happen to connect my vision to alternative timelines. What is strange is I never saw myself dying in sleep. At all. What I also have seen were places akin to what we happen to look at every day, but in different environment or dimentional iteration, per se. I never asked for this yet here we are and somehow, somewhere, the Lincoln memorial is made of chicken tendies.

Also believe it or not you don't have to follow all the social standards. I am too somewhat a lone person with no special someone in life. That's something that is temporal and I can dwal with it ib right time. So will you. Juat follow the flow, your direction will become xlear to you, eventually.
 
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I work. I got promotion. So far things aren't out of ordinary except a few explosions nearby.
 
Nothing really important happens, I'm doing just fine, maybe I'm a little tired but that's it
A slight update on this:
Not only the tiredness doesn't go away, paired with constant high temperatures and the increased in violence where I live, I'm not doing alright, in fact I'm very stressed and sometimes get really angry at the slightest of provocations, and to top it I get more headaches at random; but hey at least I get to look the sharty for femjanny gemmies at will o algo...

I fucking hate this
 
I’m making this thread just so the only thread here isn’t by the nonce

Feel free to vent here about your day, or better yet, vent here about your most societally unacceptable struggles. This may be the only place you can talk about it.
like shit, fucking Minecraft achievements are gay as shit man I did it exactly how the game said and still no achievement gay ass jeb and his feminist team of retarded gay monkeys, fuck him and fuck you for asking nigga I'm going back to roblox until soycraft gets good(never happening lmao)
 
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