yiike2

nah, thats a bit much. especially when anything you put here will read like an original (troll) homer compared to the slew of ifunny posts you crammed in here to shoo away the last of your tolerant, tolerant mutuals. as you look at your smug icon (what the hell possessed you to even watch steven universe? that’s just out of character) and your somehow functional redux edit (with bulges, don’t forget the space bulges) you wonder what the point of all this was. hovering over dozens of empty urls elicits an annoying pang of grief, like finding out someone you didn’t completely dislike was culled but the one who told you doesn’t know the details so you just have to deal with the concept. 

you realize it’s pretty stupid to feel that way, as if you’re the only one allowed to fuck off and do your own thing and everyone else must keep airing their prime shitposting material in the quirky flavor text of their choosing. all you mostly offered when you were around was pissing and moaning towards said shenanigans, but gog forbid any change to the formula. like many others, your blog was a story with no significant beginning, middle, or end. while you’ve silently logged on many times prepared to delete the entirety of this garbage-fest like a skyrim character with 100 stealth that runs circles around enemy npcs without being noticed, you can never bring yourself to go down on the big bad delete button. other times you’ve wanted to peek back in and find who’s still kicking, perhaps even partake in the anxiety inducing song and dance of trying to forge new acquaintances. those feelings are a lot more short lived, so it’s probably the loneliness talking. not that you’re completely alone. you continue to antagonize and/or view movies with the kk who not only endured your bullshit, but always had your favorite retorts (who no longer has a blog so HAH, emotional vulnerability with no repercussions) and that’s really all you have the mental capacity for at the moment. 

i dont think you could pull off my attitude