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ugh im in such a bad mood now and my desire to write and my confidence in myself and my writing is totally killed. i spent weeks building this confidence and have been at a good place mentally after a low point at the beginning of last month and im so fragile it doesn’t take much to tear down all that work i put in. ugh but i cant let that happen…

they took down all the job openings at abercrombie when i started applying because they know my entire career's purpose would be to make it homoerotic there again

while i respect my mom's dedication to consuming only meat and dairy products in a quest for longevity and health optimization i myself am more of a creative type and some of my best ideas and inspirational experiences took place under the influence of alcohol or weed or caffeine or a glucose spike and if that shaves a few years off my life i think it would be a life well lived