ayahuasca

ive been missing it recently. probably because im stressed and alone and it used to be kinda nice. i know its more trouble then its worth but it's not like logic helps with an inherently illogical practice. I don't really want to. It's been like 3-4 years at this point, w the razor. not w my hands cuz its just like how i respond to freaking out. i like havjng this outlet because maybe one person probably nobody, is going to see this and that's pretty freeing. anyways. focusing, calming, and obviously i have the aesthetic affinity for it. i just need to get through this week and then see some friends and then get back to glasgow and get a job and maybe start meeting people. in some ways i feel like i was born into this, that it was inescapable for me given the way i was brought up and who i am and the way the world is. and also do i even want to talk to people? i feel like i do and when i do i find myself annoyed and hateful and its just like well. what now. ive lost my trian of thought. i hope things get better. goodbye for now

people dont seem to get that your parents anti establishment subculture is dead. punk is dead. your necromancy will not save it. it is owned now and there's nothing you can really do about it without dying in the black hole of discourse and people who don't really care. whatever you do that is authentic that is new and leftist and meaningful is not punk, but something new and by calling it punk you're killing it and using it as stuffing for your stupid burning effigy

nobody tries to be moral anymore

how does one make friends

#1 reaper of what sowed

no longer a redditor

i gotta get some kind of pet. maybe like a hamster

you can't hate people who do something only marginally evil just because they did it to you. theres bigger fish to fry in life. man im hungry

i love playing board games