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Social media is sad. (Society is sad)

Everyone wants to be heard.

No one cares what you have to say or show.

It’s tough but it makes you more introverted than anything.

I’d rather keep my real opinions and theories to myself.

I can use that same energy for my own website or a book or even film it.

It all becomes a show. Who can sh*t or flex on someone the most. I don’t mind looking good but I also don’t gaf about how bad it makes the next person feels.

I don’t eat for someone else to be able to sh*t.

I’m not myself when I’m thinking about someone else. Are we designed to lose ourselves when we wish to entertain someone else? Then we find ourselves again when it all simmers? Adulting is for the birds.

I have more I want to say but I’d rather save it before I make this post a rant.


Repetitive destinies, history repeats itself. I played with a Destiny to get stranded and slapped by faith. Bit by an aggressive prototype that might actually be a lost dyke. Could pair em with a foreign transgression if I put that in transmission but dipped I did and left the timeline because honestly I just gotta worry bout mines.

What once was…

Times are definitely mutating. Mutations and alterations of what I once thought was the path. The path is the same but the road, evolved in front of my face. I know I’ve grown and became more into my own, but I wasn’t prepared to see my view of a relationship change.