As always at this day of the week I start to feel intense aggression coupled with too much time on social media around fridays which results in being an insufferable menace to online society. Then on Saturday I feel amazing again.. after two days of pointless internet arguments and feeling like sociopath I cry to lion king and love people and animals again.
However today I start to feel intense yearning to commit war crimes and cope by sharing it all with the internet yay. Again the metallic taste of sadism fills my mouth harming more myself really than anyone else in these two day streaks of Reddit freakout.
I need to find some kind of better fkin release than battling lame nerds and loli hentai fans, ordinary morons, marxists leninists, singularity freaks, husbando haters, irs goons, lawful high horse riders
To stay non edgy for most of the time at Thursday and Friday is a challenge. The hormones go down and down inversely proportional to the desire for murder but jail is not the best place for non legally transitioned trans ppl as we all know.
Something about this feels like the makings of a short story, or collection of them even. Could be a way to divert yourself from rampaging round social media?
If mostly due to hormonal fluctuations, maybe your doctor can tweak them a little to give you a smoother ride?
I am my own doctor lol itā€™s all local home grown 100% organic
Hey thanks for the comment though, I feel pretty nice today. I hope you too
Wow this original comment is unreadable who wrote it, ah yes me I guess. This is some really weird person, hope they never come back though I feel they may around Saturday :/
So cringe what the heck. So weird to read when the world is all pink and bright and someone even upvoted it. you guys are real good people that can see through the fumes of self loathing
So in ordinary moronland, just back from voting on a metre-long ballot comprising 6 Fascists (mercifully unpopular), 3 NazBols (could fool some), 3 Tankies (quite popular) & 11 assorted others.
Now slinging JagermeĆÆster & have already mistaken some supposed local hotshot from the arts for a locum parish priest. He's ever so slightly regretting having asked why I thought he looked familiar.