When you can’t do shit, life is either telling you to kill yourself, or suffer.
Wanted to enjoy that show you decided you’d like? Nope! Triggers. You can’t watch that.
That game you’ve been working on the past 2 days straight? All that hard work and most of what you collected? GONE!
Why do I bother with anything? There’s no point if everything I work at, if everything I like, gets shoved in my face like I’m a clown and my likes are a pie….
The villagers in my game even rejected me….. There was a dance and everyone said no. The gifts I tried to give to make friends were mostly hated and the reaction “ew you thought I’d like that!?”
(not even close to believing in God but….) if God existed, I was clearly born just so he could spend his days laughing at me…..
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Even in my own dreams I’m an outcast…
Am I dead yet??