get drunk and read shoxx
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Trying to gather demon slayer manga and jujutsu Kaisen. It’s getting harder and harder to find the ones I need orz
fuckin raisins 
I like raisins
Now that I realize it, I think my love for the aesthetic of the original Iron Chef as a kid is a major contributing factor to why I got into visual kei in the first place.
I mean, it’s basically Gackt era Malice Mizer with food.
the language barrier for me makes this infinitely more hilarious, what a way to get back into this forum after being gone.
I used to hate summer most of all as a child because of the heat, stuffiness, and sun. Now, as I get older, I notice that winter is becoming number one on my list of disliked seasons. Tired of being cold, this snow, this white crap lying under the window… I don’t want to see it. Fucking winter, it’s killing me, when is it gonna end?..
this look like japanese song 
this is not a poem is a song.
If I’ll kill myself it will be no need to go to the fucking work, and no need to see that racists faces.
so stressed my body is shutting down,had dreams i was explaining to someone that the vocalist from Zip.er was also the vocalist from COCKTAIL note,woke up 2 a train piledriving through my overdraft account and alice in chains (warning: not アリス九號.) in my head
I’m sure you’re just venting, but I hope you’re not serious. You never want to see someone suffering to the point of having those thoughts. It sounds like your work environment is terrible and I’m sorry to hear that. Hope you’re able to deal with your co-workers.
I just looked Rose Noir Up and they disbanded?
Like when, the last thing I know ist that a Live DVD should be Released tho im Not sure If this happend lol.
Anyone know Something? 
What are you taking about, it’s not even funny if it supposed to be so.
I think I’m serious, I’m on 病気休暇 since December because of depression, I talked about the situation with my boss and they just keep saying “ganbatte ne, it’s hard we know”. It’s hard when my clothes were thrown, my personal stuff was broken, verbal and personal violence, I can’t quit because if I do my apartment contract will be ended. I’m tired.
@etrange Eugh. Sorry about the situation. I wanna say “I feel u” because I’ve been on a sick leave for a month due to harassment-related issues but nobody knows what others are going through exactly and I sure don’t know what you can do about your apartment contract in Japan - but feel free to contact me if you just want to vent or talk to sort your thoughts. 
A random thought: remember when Russia conquered LiveJournal? That was a weird time in Internet history.
I finally did it. I deactivated Facebook. I even checked the little button that says “delete my data when I die”, although I know Meta isn’t one to burn their money because I asked nicely.
I found myself doom scrolling at 2 in the morning contemplating existence and an uncontrollable wave of sadness and rage swept over me, origin unknown. Why am I peering into the looking glass of the lives of people who don’t give a fuck about me, constantly seeing only the happy portions reflected through rose-tinted algorithms? None of these people have made an attempt to reach out to me in years. Literally the first post is someone venting about how his grandfather passed and how lots of people reached out but not a lot of people made an “effort” and I’m like that’s it, that’s literally it! You’re on social media and you feel abandoned and more alone than ever? You have no friends? No one called you to check up on you? Welcome to the fucking club! I’m on social media and I feel like I have no friends too. If I were to die tomorrow, people on JRO would notice before people in my real life connected to me on this shit parasitic website would. Ain’t that a little fucked?
I could cure AIDS, cancer, deflect an asteroid that would pulverize Earth, solve racism, sexism, every terrible -ism imaginable, reconcile quantum and general relativity in three elegant paragraphs, go beyond the edge of the observable universe, discover alien life, the meaning behind 42, participate in your first born child’s school play, feed your second, conceive your third, cook a mean steak, meet Elvis Presley, wash your Uncle’s grody toes, and watch 60 Minutes in 18 all before 3pm on a Tuesday in August and I don’t think anyone would harvest a single grain from their field of fucks to give me. I don’t actually think anyone would care or notice. And even if they did, I think they would just keep scrolling.
Contemplative thoughts, cries for help, wisdom, observations, jokes, memes, social justice, meta commentary, lolrandom, etc. … does it matter what I post when my net interaction is zero? Imagine walking into a room and no one realizes you’re there so you leave and come back two weeks later and no one notices that you left or came back. No one noticed I hadn’t posted anything for three years. No one dropped by my DMs and said “hey, long time no see how are you?”. No one stopped by my wall and said “hey, thanks for not posting dumb shit and deepening the divide in this dying democracy”.
No one ever asked for my thoughts, so why am I allowing a third party company to study and monetize my every behavior so they can push me ads and make money? For what, Pokemon memes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you can take your silly proposition and yeet it out of a Gauss cannon into the center of the sun.
So that’s it. I didn’t even post a good-bye message because I’m convinced no one would read it, and even if they did would anyone take the time to drop a post, a like, anything? No, not at all, because discourse has moved on to other, more cacophonous echo chambers where the quips are small and the retweets many. I’m going to continue to shrivel into digital irrelevancy as the country crumbles.
I think I will find solitude in touching grass, playing music, and actually talking to internet strangers that on average will read what I write, react, respond, and generally care about my existence more than the “friends” that I’m “connected” to in real life. Whatever the hell that is anyway.
If you got this far, thanks for caring enough about me to read.
I’m not depressed.
Alright, that’s a lie, I am. But I’m also based. And I think this is the first step towards finding myself again.
deleting and reducing my social media and instead focusing on real life and real connections has been one of the best things i have ever done. my life is richer, my relationships are better, my view on the world is brighter. i hope this is a really wonderful and positive thing for you.