Checked the emails now and the company from Germany scheduled an interview with me. :o I'm kinda fucked, aren't I?
InfernalHate Affectmentis CristallDarcy

"Nargaroth - The Day Burzum killed Mayhem" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7lxanOzQCY

I don't know if it's the weather, the raging wave of colds or the aftermath of the dust explosion (which I found myself in at the weekend), but my sinuses feel like I've pulled a whole packet of pepper through my nose...

I'm actually soooo close to not calling in sick this year

Ughh I hate the German 'Deutsche Bahn' a few tiny snowflakes and half of the trains are cancelled

With my luck I'll be at my target destination today at around midnight I guess...

#JimmyKimmel #RobSchneider #DonaldTrumpPresident2024 #Donald_Trump #rich
Well said, sir. Well said...
https://fandomwire.com/you-and-oprah-are-rich-it-doesnt-affect-you-jimmy-kimmel-gets-a-harsh-reality-check-from-rob-schneider-after-he-cried-and-called-donald-trump-winning-a-mistake/

Watching a reaction video of this. Gen Alpha chick asks if they took a shot of energy drink before recording this. Yes, they did. We called it cocaine!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDfAdHBtK_Q&ab_channel=TheWhoVEVO

Too big to rig bitches. Trumps in. So Bono needs to drive his car off a cliff. Half of Hollywood needs to leave america. Kamala needs to truly work at McDonald's. Libs need to meltdown and the view needs to get cancelled. Also of course America needs to do a 180. Stay classy usa

Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures.

I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely.

Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance.

I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us.

I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places?

The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?

I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery.

This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality.

In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal.

As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting.

Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal.

Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living.

I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.