A place to discharge unspent negativity in the form of rants unranted at imaginary people in my head, which is more fulfilling to do in this text medium where I know it has been expressed and is established in its expression than in my head or muttered just outside of it, where I know the verbalizations of my loathing and fury remain unheard even by a webpage
You’re right. I am ‘so mad’. Congratulations, you noticed an emotion that I am purposely broadcasting. You know, it’s funny how you think that smugly pointing out that someone you don’t like being angry ‘totally wastes them’ solely because people like you–potato-pubes bearded soyfaggot Redditards who copy their mannerisms from valley girls and then retard them further, even though the only thing you have in common with that separate breed of human livestock is how much dick you both want to take–act like it does, but when a brave™ intersectional™ feminist™ activist™ wants to waddle out into the streets in only her undergarments and a thorough caking of menses smeared out across her body, and bray like a donkey because the tangerine tyran hasn’t suffered a total existence failure, and therefore she’s angry–then her rage is a profound fucking virtue. Do you even have the critical thinking skills to understand why that’s retarded?
I just came out of church. I just got finished receiving a nothingburger response, at least as far as I could understand it, from my pastor, after he put the fear of hell in me, a fear I’ve already gone through having and then not having in the same vicious cycle I told him about, only to get a nothingburger response capped off with an ‘I’ll pray for you’, and I’m out here, my body aching, my emotions frayed, and I open up my phone to what else, but yet another person that I suspected was probably another dime-a-dozen retarded faggot but always took solace in the uncertainty, posting a smug condescending faggot worship post dogging on le relidgus peeple and telling us what to do with that same, retarded entitlement that thinks it’s smart for borrowing smugness from the endless knockoff Avatar cycle of retarded Reddit fags, all also equally unworthy of that smugness, like a communal pocket pussy of the aeons. NOW ISN’T THE FUCKING TIME. I HATE YOU RETARDS. I HATE YOU ALL. I KNOW AS A CHRISTIAN I SHOULDN’T BUT THERE’S NO USE LYING, I FUCKING DO.
Your individuality is a lie. It doesn’t matter if you have a ‘unique’ fursona that gives me a half-chubbed boner, or a ‘unique’ manner of presenting the posts you recycle for your content, or a ‘unique’ set of totally original wacky chungus shitposts, you’re all the same because you regurgitate the same retarded refried secular humanist dogma with the same smug, unearned superiority of children repeating their parents’ political opinions. Because that’s all you all are. It’s just that your parents are the media and you’re all children of the New World Order.
The sight of my dog makes me feel so bad about how much I want to kill myself. I care about him, he seems to care about me, and the thought of never seeing him again and taking myself, probably the center of his little dumb dog world, from him, makes me feel like shit. He’s so simple and innocent and cherishable and the thought of committing such figurative violence against him, even though he’s just an animal, makes me crack inside. I have all this hatred and rage and misery and guilt and spite and then I see my poor innocent border collie who’s so concerned and it all implodes inward and only sadness and guilt remain.
Fear of hell is what keeps me from doing it, but my dog’s face is what punishes me for wanting to end it. It sounds fucking stupid and it is but so am I. I hate myself and my own existence and I feel bad about it because a dumb beast looks up to me.
Indigo, what is your dream?