I’m soooooo sorry for all of the manic depressive behavior today. It’s erratic I know, I’m not being my deep and philosophical self today, and I’m going to blame it on Tumblr? Like that sounds bad right? But I realize there are whole ass swath’s of people who are just as garbage and who also have no professional connections just like me. I’m kind of reminded that you are never really your OWN person, you’re a collection of garbage things, bad sitcoms, horrible reality tv shows, that one nude your fake friend got ahold of and spread around the school, and a bunch of other garbage, unoriginal, uninspiring, chaos that you’ve built an entire identity on, AND it’s not even fucking real. Your identity is literally just a bunch of disenfranchisement disguised in irony, satire, nihilism, and sarcasm so much so you don’t even know what’s even real.

I hate to break it to you all, (this could also be me just being a sad, dumb bitch today but meh 🤷🏽‍♀️) but you’re no more special than the dirt on my shoe or that Bhad Bhabie gif you keep sharing, (you know the one where she says “I’m about to start swinging”) only you aren’t going to fight anyone, you’re just using the same played out garbage in your sad attempt at a joke, by using it in reference to your reaction upon seeing…..

A fucking playground swing. A swing set.

You are garbage, we are all garbage, and then we die.

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