The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
A lot of niggas are fake sensitive young men. No insecurity, no loneliness, nothing. Not me though. I ain't like these posers. I am straight up suffering.
One time I put a hole in a girl's wall by slamming her brother's PS4 controller in it, she didn't call the cops cuz I had her mindcontrolled via nutting in her. Then the construction job I worked at had me go there to repair the drywall, $50 in my pocket. The girl got an abortion
Auto-translate feels like releasing invasive species into Japan. I saw a Japanese threatening a Russian by pirating Dostoevsky, only for the Russian to reply with a pirate site and some book recommendations.
They have no natural defenses against these people. RIP the ecosystem.