These internet age verification laws springing up in every state are cancer. Even Arizona, who usually does the opposite of what other states do, is about to implement it it now.

These systems are ripe for abuse and misuse. You know they're going to extend it to EVERYTHING eventually, right?
Want to espouse some political view over the internet about Nazi midgets? Well, now your government ID is directly tied to it and some crazed tranny shooter is also going to come and kill you.

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

dear journal
i put them in the back of my self driving karma
and the damn(e)dest thing
i dont know where it went
and havent seen them sense

Question for the gentlemen...
My friends boyfriend every time he gets upset ends up getting pissy with her and when she tells him she wasnt the one who did him wrong his reply is but you are the one here and if I go off on anyone else there would be consequences so if you love me you will just let me go off and vent.. is this like a real thing guys do?

On the seventh day, G-D created beer. And Hebrew drank the beer, and saw that it was good!

Wish me luck I need to leave my bunker and venture into the sun, I need a haircut, and some supplies. Not even midday and you could could cook eggs on my tin roof!

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