Hey everybody look, I can write in the middle of the page. Anyway, if you were to go on reddit and browse r/AIO or r/AITA you'd find a seemingly strange pattern. Any post that is even vaugely anti-creepy shit is downvoted and made fun of. Boyfriend afraid of his 14 year old girlfriend posting pics of herself with her tongue out? DOWNVOTED! Girlfriend wanting boyfriend to not consume pornography? DOWNVOTED and YTA!! Kinda weird in my book if we're speaking truthfully. I mean a board with millions of daily users should be pretty diversified in opinions surrounding complex sociosexual issues but I digress. Who cares? Reddit is for robots and talkbots. My favorite podcast is the Talkbox podcast. They're funny, edgy, old, canadian, I don't know what their voices sound like, and to be honest I just like the name. I keep meaning to listen to their podcast but I haven't recharged my hearing aids in years. My ears used to make this godawful ringing noise, so bad I had to stick earplugs in everytime it came around, for somereason it worked so I assume it can't be tinnitus. It was like some kind of call to action I just kept having to ignore. Have any of you guys read TFTGS, if you haven't then you won't know the acronym, even if you have you probably won't know the acronym. I'm just chock-full of secrets aren't I? This website has some secrets too, but I'd rather you quit asking about them okay? Our relationship needs to remain inconsequential to my mental health and revealing my history and trauma will be a pretty big roadblock on that goal. Just pretend we're like two heroin junkies that, be it because of our proxy to eachother while dragon-chasing or not, fell in love. What happens when they run out of money and dope? Well, they'll either try to convince one of them to sell themselves and break up, OR they'll get mad and blame eachother for not having any more money or dope. That's us, okay? If you don't like my writing, call me a whore and leave. If I don't like how you don't like my writing, I'll pretty much just have to cry. But ineviatbly, both timelines diverge into unimportance and pure bliss. You asked me "if I'll ever be okay", I responded with "when are you planning on leaving me?" and we slept in separate beds that night. I felt like that night would have been an anti-climatic night to die. I mean, what a total cliff hanger right? People say never go to sleep angry cause what if you die in your sleep? Well JANET, if I died in my sleep after an argument, where I got the last word in, I think that means I won the argument. There surely won't be a rebutal, so uh...yeah IDIOT I won it. Winning should feel good, right? Because I just feel empty and have some impending fear of doom. I've been waiting on Gabriel to swoop down and get me, but I'm still just lying here, with a needle in my arm. Kind of annoying to wait this long, like dominos has a virtual wait progress bar, why can't they figure something out like that? Or like doordashes dashmap where you can see your dasher dashing towards your home/apartment/motel-room. I mean I guess it would be hard with only an X,Y coordinate plane map, because when they get above you and fly down you'll pretty much just see a still blip above your room at the comfort inn. The anticipation then would be even worse than it is right now. I think I hear...ringing? I wish I could move my arms to grab the earplugs right now, it's getting pretty annoying. Anyway, I forgot what I initially was writing this about and my neck muscles are too sore from looking over my shoulder to move my head up to read the upper part of this paragraph. Oh, DERP! I forgot my eye muscles are separate from my neck muscles LOL. Anyway I don't want to read that much just to catch myself back up soo...Blog over! Thanks!