I have such a mighty need to press my face into your crotch...

Now THAT I can get behind. Just not cinnamon flavored beer.....

In South Africa, Black Label is a brand of beer, and I was even more confused for a moment there xD

I'd be impressed but also a bit concerned xD

I miss when the world was not fucking insane. Or rather, when it was less so.

Fuck knows I don't know what's next. I don't even wanna find out. I'm anxious and depressed enough as it is haha. Ugh, FML. I miss flip phones, tazos, Musica, electronics sans smart features, the time when Windows Firewall was basically a sieve and you had to buy antivirus software.

I'm quiet, withdrawn, lose interest in an instant unless I make a conscious effort not to. I feel pangs of guilt and hurt; experience constant feelings of disillusionment with the world at large and the situation I find myself in. Doomscrolling it really a thing. We all just want to be distracted.

Everything must be inspected, double checked, considered, and reviewed. I love art and music. But suddenly when I see or hear something I like, I cannot fully even know if it was made by a person with a heartbeat. Beyond that, life experiences the last 10+ years have profoundly affected me.

But ultimately, happy. Now though... I don't recognize myself. Or rather, I don't recognize anything about my younger self. I am so cynical, geez. The world has become smaller and more intimate, but hostile; untrustworthy. I despise that nothing I read or look at can be taken at face value anymore.

My memories seem to try and tell me I experienced everything far more viscerally. It feels like changes happened almost daily, and I was taking it in my stride. Maybe it's because I was hopeful, naive. I spoke a lot. I was like... probably a pain in the ass. Chatty and stuff. Wouldn't shut up.