Well.
We’re back.
Good show with the donations.
Thanks to everyone who added to the project.
Uplifting to know that many of you still care.
I need to do it more often, apparently.
Everyone can still donate, of course.
Contact for a unique BTC address:
Session (open source, encrypted messaging app) ID:
05572128ee1967255089ef79d7ad652b5c6765665b8299e294e05a37ac96dd0936
Email:
staunchleftist1999@proton.me
Or send Monero:
4BHE9T5HUqbRzsAaq5grGq31G3JevBD1RBNbRdWQLg8ESYugNNyyAnt2JL9ZuWA1w72g4LPr25rSHjQJS6MwANT3MMJFA16
But hey, whatever.
I don’t really care.
This whole thing is ridiculous.
Everyone keeps asking if I’m having a mental breakdown. Not sure why. I’m not any different than I ever was. I’ve just got 21st century breathing down my neck. I’m not a sickening wreck.
We’re all dealing with the same thing.
Same as it ever was.
It doesn’t even matter anymore.
I stopped drinking (not quit, mind you – stopped), and then discovered that some girls are bigger than others. Then I saw that Elon Musk (Diablo 4 player, btw, PoE2 out and this nigga playing Diablo 4 like some retarded grandpa with a brain full of tumors) revealed his plan to abolish the human species and replace it with Indians. I actually already knew about that, but I didn’t expect him to go mask-off with his maniacal scheme, and frankly, the worst part is that people are defending it.
But hey – so it goes.
You can’t go around worrying about shit like that. You’ve no control. It’s better to control yourself.
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