Reporting AI art accounts as spam and false information is how I'm staying alive rn

I wish I could not do anything next year. Or ever again. Who the fuck wants to live for this fascist shit hole. Count me out

Damn. I miss living

Alright dumbass, what did we learn today?
The help chatrooms are for asking agents banking questions, not asking dumb hypothetical money questions hoping to get conversation out of anyone because you're stupid and lonely and looking for literally anything to vent to.
You should fucking be better

Me looking for a new hyper fixation that actually gives me serotonin while everything good I have left keeps going bye bye

If your shit says due by a certain date, you better fucking take anything submitted that day. And if you will not take something after a certain hour of said day, FUCKING DISCLOSE WHAT FUCKING HOUR THAT IS, disgusting fucking scammers

People that work for insurance companies deserve to be harassed and bullied by the sick and poor and homeless and disabled. People have no money but you think dollar bills just slide out of your customers assholes? Either you can wake up and find a morally better job or deal with being attacked

Whoever granted me life and permitted me to keep it long enough to make this many mistakes, made the 1st mistake

Take the offer. Take the opportunity. Whatever it is, just take it. One day it will be your last and you'll have no idea

I had my last hug years ago and never even realized that until I needed one🙃😭 human connection would go so fucking hard right now.
Never know what you have until it's gone. Never realize you had a good life the whole time until you ruin it for yourself.
Who the hell would've stayed with this ?

How in the world do I have followers?
You know how many people followed too closely to me in life and now they only know me as a disappointment? Too many. People expected a lot from me, I promised a lot, and I no longer have friends. Unless your desire is depression, what are you expecting here?

So glad I cut everyone off, they won't see what I've become.
So regretful cutting everyone off. I desperately need to talk to someone about what I've become.
Look at me only missing things when I *need* them. Through the pain and loneliness, knowing I did everyone a favor by leaving must be enough

I want all those wasted opportunities back. The ones I threw away because I was too lazy or tired or emotional or prideful. I'm so sorry. I finally realize what I've lost only now that I can never get a damn thing back. All I have is regret. Fuck my useless life

Imagine being secure. In anything. Ever. What a dream

Every opportunity, thrown in the trash. Because I'm lazy. Don't ever give me fucking hope again, I deserve none