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i was about to type “apparently i’m pretty good at complaining” and say something vaguely related to my self-loathing, but then i dropped my phone on my face and i think that summarizes my life.

complaining about complaining has to be the highest faucet of irony i’ve actually witnessed on this site. good job. even if it wasn’t on purpose.

what can i say? 99% of the people i've claimed as friends have been striders. it rubs off on you eventually. plus i've just hit rock bottom and my shovel broke.

this is so cute

well, it’s true. this is clearly the end for me. but hi!

Well I sure hope it’s not the end for you! I like having you around •p• How’re you doing?

aw. i'm flattered. at least someone doesn't hate me yet. i uh. i'm fine, i guess? could be better. but i always could be better... you?

I don’t have much to say aside from “Hello!” I thought the wording of that post was funny, though, in all honesty 

well, it's true. this is clearly the end for me. but hi!

well to be honest, i only got up about 30 minutes ago, and have been vaguely entertained by this odd personal level of down below, so you know? i can’t find it in me to complain. give me an hour, then i’ll be awake enough to care.

i look forward to the inevitable consummation of the complaint box.

i was about to type "apparently i'm pretty good at complaining" and say something vaguely related to my self-loathing, but then i dropped my phone on my face and i think that summarizes my life.

i’d ask if the resigned metaphorical purgatory were at least pleasant, but i have every notion that it isn’t with all the shitposting and occasional dog.

well to be honest, i only got up about 30 minutes ago, and have been vaguely entertained by this odd personal level of down below, so you know? i can't find it in me to complain. give me an hour, then i'll be awake enough to care.