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I press the exit button from the game. game: are you sure you want to exit?

in the USA: monuments to white oppressors are demolished. in Russia:

It’s me who wakes up in a fit of motivation and a burst of strength, ready to move mountains, as if it wasn’t me who cried into my pillow half the night and wanted to die: today we’ll fuck

my life is boring and monotonous, I need to change something. me after taking a different route home and buying a soda from a store I'd never been to before

a: I love smart and well-read guys. me trying to impress her: dead souls

I don’t know whether to throw it straight into the soup or ask first what happened?

me after four spontaneous outbursts of aggression, three hysterics and two existential crises: I want love

Hachiko waited, and you will wait. (c) aliexpress

I can’t describe many situations in my life otherwise than with the word fucked up. I don't know any other word. this is not the end, this is not a fiasco, this is not a tragedy, this is fucked up. fucked up - this is a degree and has no signs. fucked up doesn't mean bad, it doesn't mean good. This is close to the word delight. If at some point I see a nuclear mushroom unfolding in front of me, I will understand that this is fucked up. but that doesn’t mean good or bad, it’s a vivid impression

come with us for a walk no, I prefer to be depressed, listen to my audio recordings and save memes