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great thread

This.
Also, I'm planning on killing myself in 5 years via opiate overdose.

me like cartoons / car tunes

OP is a faggot

Can I get some inspiration goddamit, I want a more vibrant creative life. Also, a girlfriend. Where are the Bitties at? I need a muse.

i imagine Veeky Forums as a small captive moth banging its scales off against the candle facing side of a tightly sealed pyrex jar and its reflections opposite in its inherent phototropic and ever more environmentally disturbed immoderate circles, thinking "butterfly, is that you?" with every other forgetting beat of its off white wings, not knowing it has doubles.

op is a faggot

truth

whatcha wanna talk about senpai?

Why do I have such curly, poofy hair?
My dad's hair is thuck and straight. My mom's hair is coarse and wavy.

Why is mine poofy? A combination of both there hair? Am I a mutant?

Universal human suffering proves universal human guilt and eventual judgment

i don't half a girl frenn

There's a squashed fly on the wall which seems to be moving whenever I avert my eyes from it

is earl sweatshirt transitioning?

I want to be a cosily self-contained no-person who desires little more than the bare necessities of life.

Impossible, humans are inherently dependent. You can try to suppress that but you'll only make things worse.

I know mate, but I've found that keeping dependence on externals minimal has greatly increased my well-being at least.

really don't know what that means, it makes no sense.

they keep talking about this reporter, i don't see why he deserves so much attention.

why the fuck do they make me watch murder news every day? do these fuckers have nothing better to broadcast?

why do i have to be so shit? just kill me already.

holy shit that new girl at the HR department is so fucking cute!!!

I'm ubiquitous, we're all fluctuating, I see 'myself' in everything and that's the world all over.

And I swing between love and hate for those that run, but they're just exercising free will; it is how they deal with it that begs questions which seek validation - how are you dealing with it?

Why is Angie's picture here.

Where the weed at nga

I was just thinking about cute feminine guys, that's literally the first thing that popped into my head. I was thinking about how when I went to talk to my psychologist today I would tell her about how I just finished reading the bell jar, and how it really disturbed me and reminded me of the time when I was thrown into a mental hospital and how it made me feel horrible while reading that book remembering how awfully I was treated in there. Umm... I also was thinking that before I read infinite jest, I'm going to finish reading brave new world, because people have told me that will give me some context to infinite jest.

I was also thinking about how unfair the world is, how the society we live in feels so antiquated, and how I see so many ways that the future will be better than the world I live in right now. I was also thinking about how much I resent people who have easier lives than me, who are smarter, better looking, more charismatic and likeable, and have more friends than me. I was really pissed off at those people, because for them it's not such a difficult struggle to make it happen, it just comes easily for them. For me it's a painstaking agony which I have to endure, and which I feel like I've given up on for a while now.

I'm just going to be alone because no one wants to date someone who doesn't have friends, doesn't go to school, and doesn't have a job, and no employer is going to want to hire someone who doesn't have the credentials. I'm going to be stuck at a shitty minimum wage job, when I have all these dreams and aspirations, none of which involve being a stupid cog in a machine working for money which I detest. I detest the way society is driven by money, I fucking hate the idea of having to be someone's subservient bitch, and act like I actually give a fuck about serving them when I absolutely don't.

do you mind if i ask how you got thrown in a mental hospital?

>I was also thinking about how much I resent people who have easier lives than me, who are smarter, better looking, more charismatic and likeable, and have more friends than me. I was really pissed off at those people, because for them it's not such a difficult struggle to make it happen, it just comes easily for them. For me it's a painstaking agony which I have to endure, and which I feel like I've given up on for a while now.

these people will be thinking about the exact same thing, what makes me feel better is knowing everyone will die and no one, with all the money, looks, friends can escape the void

This library is pretty comfy. Unfortunatrly im going to check out a few more interesting books instead of reading what i have through :^)

Calmed me down after my TA was a bit of an asshole. Not looking forward to calculus this semester with him.

>these people will be thinking about the exact same thing

No they don't. What on Earth do you base such an idea on?

>do you mind if i ask how you got thrown in a mental hospital?
It was against my own will. I was very upset at the time, writing furiously and openly on facebook about things that were upsetting me, loneliness, upset at the dysfunction I see in the world around me. I punched a hole in the wall of my parent's house which led one of them to call the police on me, where I was hauled away and kept in a hospital and forced to take over 4 different drugs including a dangerous one called lithium; against my will, which imo should be illegal; and was later found to not have had bi polar disorder at all, which was just a misdiagnosis which. Then, a few days after I got out, I went to the emergency room for a cat scan, because I swore there was something wrong with my brain, I just felt like there was something inside of it because the massive amount of discomfort I was feeling, like cancer or something. So, after blood tests and an MRI, I was sent back to a hospital again, against my will, for another week, and forced back on drugs which I immediately stopped taking since I left.

That was 2 years ago, now I eat an extremely healthy, strict diet, and live alone, so I have my own privacy. I don't have nearly as much anxiety as I did before, and although I would say I have a lot of things that I get upset at over, I wouldn't say that I'm anywhere near where I was a couple years ago.

Have you considered seeing a psychoanalyst?

An old man and his grandson planted a tree.

The grandson asked the old man, "Won't this tree outlive you?"

The old man replied, "Or you may unexpectedly die tomorrow and I may chop down this tree before I die."

>Or you may unexpectedly die tomorrow

No context for this

many people I've spoken to who told me in confidence, these individuals were more blessed than me in every aspect

I personally put it down to social media - that is what it tends to revolve around when I press them on their insecurity. It's ubiquitous for under 30s and, to some, reflects real life when it is just a thin veiled format to perpetuate one's contrived life. It creates envy at all levels of what you seem to consider a social spectrum but is in fact universal

I just want to be surrounded by futa cocks. I want to get futa cock shoved in my ass and mouth, all the while guzzling delicious, hot futa semen from the special diet they've been on to enhance it's flavour and volume. That's the thing people don't understand. I have no interest in males. Full package futanari (penis, testicles, vagina, female body) is the true and final evolutionary form of human.

that's crazy, I'm glad to hear you're getting better user, keep on keeping on

You don't need it.

>Won't this tree outlive you?
>It might outlive you too, what's your point?
>My point is that you're are old
>You little fucking fuck no wonder your mom and dad hate you

I'm better than this.

No, you're not.

Met a nice, cute, but fairly ghetto Afro-Hispanic girl the other night. Wonder if she likes autistic white bois

Don't bully him. Veeky Forums is a bully-free zone.

Fuck off to your Plebbit safe space, degenerate.

>Tfw paying £180 for a private clinic appointment to ascertain the cause of my low testosterone and hopefully qualify for hormone replace therapy on the NHS
>Tfw officially "low test"

And the thing is I don't even look it. I have a proper beard/good physique/etc, but can't maintain an erection with girls. They think this might be the cause.

That's what I get for being a lazy fatfuck teenager. 23 isn't too late to get your shit together, right? I go to the gym and have a personal trainer/etc now...

Anti-social behavior is not permitted on Veeky Forums

im lonely and cant articulate my feelings or thoughts well

I don't believe in low testosterone I think you're likely just a little bitch, or gay.

Try saying that again without the nigger cock in your mouth.

I hope neither.

A priest was walking down an empty avenue in the middle of a night when a shameless bottomless futanari exhibitionist loli approached him.

"I have a dick, father..." told the futanari to the priest, quite boldly, while lifting her tops and stroking her feminine dick profusely.

"Bless your dick!" said the priest cheerily.

"I cum a bucket inside girls too", replied the futanari.

Without loosing the dimples on his face, the priest responded, "Bless your cum! Not every beautiful girl in the world has such a marvelous grace of being able to fill an entire sperm bank!"

The loli shooked her head in disbelief and asked, "Are you not mad?"

"Wrath is the right of God."

"And no talk of heaven and hell, jizzus, and all that horseshit?", asked her again in a titillating demeanor.

"Why give a free bus ticket to a guy with a Bentley?"

yes, and I've been seeing one for years, I've been through 4 separate ones. My fourth doesn't seem to be able to help me with the problems I tell her, although I give her credit, she tries to. I tell her about the relationship between my self actualized self, which is attached from social dogmas, and my self which seems to be stuck in animal instincts, which makes me feel the faux paus I commit every day with my awkwardness, and the expectations that I have, and how I feel that ultimately I know that I want to be detached from social dogmas, but I feel that I can't detach myself. That's why I have so many feelings of anxiety around other people, and so many memories of almost every awkward moment of my whole life that comes back to haunt me while I'm just going about my every day life. It's stripped me of my ability to care about anything, I can't feel motivated to really do anything but reading, because lately in the past year or so, I've found a connection through books and my ability to dissect them in my head and understand and relate to them. I can't draw anymore, I don't have any aspirations to do anything in the world. I feel deflated, I feel hopeless, a bit like escher greenwood, but I've felt this way for a long time; like a part of me has been crushed.

Plump said the Trump I am gump. Shoot the robots before they come out of their cahoots my mom used to tell me. Niggers smell bad but sometimes nice. Joyce is my hero anus.

You know, you don't HAVE to work a shitty minimum wage job. That bum life isn't so bad. What are your aspirations, user? Do you post here a lot? I recognize the way you write.

Hi angie, what you doing here?

>I recognize the way you write.
Not too happy about this. That's the reason I use an anonymous image board, for the most part.

My aspiration is to live to be 9,000,000,000,000,000 years old, or longer, explore every reach of possible thought, read the entire western canon, become a great artist, travel to every single continent and planet and galaxie and universe in existence and multixistance, and to find a really cute genderqueer femboy boyfriend.

Plato make connections and syllogisms between hypotheses that don't make any sense.

Idk user

I just walked out of my PhD orientation because I can't take it anymore and my cat is ill and I'd rather be at home comforting her than sitting in a room full of well-dressed cool wisecracking hipsters for the eleventh fucking time in my university career

I don't understand why I'm a total sperg at everything in life, why EVERYTHING practical in life I can only barely summon the effort or the interest to do, like dressing nicely or doing laundry or going shopping, or buying actual furniture so that I'm not a weird autistic monster who sits on the floor and uses cardboard boxes and scavenged scrap wood to make a desk to play Morrowind on, and no one wants to help me with this, but they can't stop "helping" me do the one thing I actually care about and that I'm good at.

No one is barging into my house to give me a six hour webinar about Caring Whether Your Shirt Fits, You Stupid Fucking Manchild Idiot, or Why You Should Learn How to Brush Your Hair After Being Alive For Multiple Decades, but they can't stop giving me fucking talks and colloquia and having guest-speakers assault me with labyrinthine meta-organizational systems for attending a fucking lecture or reading a fucking book, the TWO THINGS I ACTUALLY DO PROPERLY.

heh

>Not too happy about this. That's the reason I use an anonymous image board
You have a very distinctive, frantic style of posting, though. Combine that with your recurring topics of discussion (the iniquity of the world, that time you spent in a mental hospital, your desire for a femme boyfriend) and it's pretty hard to miss you.

Re: becoming a great, well-read, well-travelled artist: you just have to do it.

>Re: becoming a great, well-read, well-travelled artist: you just have to do it.
well, you see, as you and everyone else who tries to counter my points of view, I unfortunately have some bad, conflicting news which messes with my ability to do that. I don't feel that I can create artwork anymore, I've been unmotivated and unable to for years. I used to do it because it was something I enjoyed, but I feel like I would have to let go of myself, and somehow let go of all the feelings which I have, in order to feel free and light weight in the world, enough to feel the motivation to just do things. I feel so weighed down, I resent being in the routines of every day existence, and I as I, and my psychologists have told me; I know that I'm not insane, I am thinking very clearly, it's the same with escher greenwood too; the feeling of the world being unfair and having all your hopes and dreams smashed by the world being so insufferable; eventually you feel weighed down the by the world and all your thoughts make you feel like you just can't do anything anymore. That is why I would need to somehow detach from my self if I were to ever become an artist, because to be an artist and create, you can't be weighed down by the feelings of judgments and doubt of your own artwork that comes with the anxieties and self deprecation weighing down on you.

I hate myself for being overweight.

You know I always wanted to be free. How does it feel to rape someone? Why is it edgy? I am edgy. I am king of edgy. I want to fuck Nicki Minaj and impregnate with my white sperm so that fucking slave bred a much more superior race.

Man I am hungry. I want to eat something that sounds french.

You should try eating to make yourself feel less bad

Shakespeare reminds me of Monty Python.

I feel like a failure as a male because of my tiny penis. I will never be able to make a woman shudder in pleasure as I insert my member into her dripping hole. 95% of all males have a larger penis than I do. And the worst part? It doesn't even work properly. From multiple fistulae to urethral strictures, I honestly think it would be better to have had my penis removed.

Laurie?

Oh just fuck off you sad sack of shit. Yes, the world is unfair, not that you would know. You live in an apartment that your parents pay for, you have insurance good enough to go to therapy that you don't even like or get anything from. Like literally just get over your stupid insecurities and write a damn short story or something. What do you have to lose? You're going to die, and so is everyone else. Christ, I can't fucking stand this shit.

No.

Get in there and take your hormones, become a sissy fucboi. You will satisfy many men, especially your user friends from here.

Really tactful

I already have my suicide planned.
As soon as my mother dies (she has terminal cancer, it should probably be before the end of the year) I'll overdose on heroin. That way I can go without hurting anyone.

I think we're stalking eachother.

I used to think the same, user.

I love life. Eight years ago Veeky Forums trolled Scientologists. Now, Veeky Forums is the denizen for de facto cult followers of Trump.

Those mocking the herd mentality have become sheep.

Not surprising, due to the inherent hypocrisy of human existence.

It's cute, though. It's "human" because it shows how imperfect we really are compared to how we'd like to pretend to be (sentient computers).

Let me close with a quote from a Johnny Cash song (it's a Trent Reznor song he covered, but I'm working towards credibility here).

"I will let you down
I will make you hurt."

>(sentient computers).
>sentient

im too lenient on objectivism to the point im incapable of taking my own subjective interests into consideration, considerations which i dont even have

i have no personal beliefs, interests, goals, nor ambitions

nothings good anymore nothings bad everything just is

We used to be on fox news for supplying child porn to far left pedophiles.

Now we are on fox news for supplying David Duke with frog pictures.

The rules change but the game stays the same.

is this shit?
2.Who is the audience for this piece? Why?
The audience for this piece is mainly readers who are/were troubled teens. People who have dealt with abuse & neglect , depression , and hopelessness. The reason the audience would mostly be troubled teens is because they can relate with the author. The audience can be influenced by the author because her being able to conquer her addiction and depression. The audience can relate with the author because they have been in the same situations or knows someone who has. The audience also could be someone who has or is trying to overcome an obstacle.

I would like to be more intelligent and read faster

I'm strange, and was always strange. Even I myself started to find myself strange at some point.
Why am I strange?

Why the pearls? Why anything?

it's satire you dip

just got more fierce

very self-protective

>I want
Ya'dd alddeady aff to e bat staddt, ya basterd.
*waves hands into the distance, presumably at Jiddu*

He asked me for a ride home from work tonight.
I still haven't found the confidence to tell him I am no longer one of his coworkers and that I quit yesterday. But I'll keep giving him rides whenever, as long as he keeps giving me that ten minutes or so of company during each ride.

>implying i can change what i want

If you killed yourself it would change what you want.

CHECKMATE

If you commit suicide, it does not help the situation in any way. The moment after suicide the body begins to decay, returning back to other, differently organized forms of life, putting an end to nothing. Life has no beginning and no end. A dead and dying body feeds the hungry ants there in the grave, and rotting corpses give off soil-enriching chemicals, which in turn nourish other life forms. You cannot put an end to your life, it is impossible. The body is immortal and never asks silly questions like, "Is there immortality?" It knows that it will come to an end in that particular form, only to continue on in others. Questions about life after death are always asked out of fear.

You've almost reached L Ron Hubbard shit-tier status, but not quite.

>doesn't like scientific fact

wew lad

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It was a comment on quality, not content, dear.