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Anyone get this?

Random thought stream. Imperfection.

I'm watching Fight Club.

Voat, Poal, Gab - these are my support groups - I can let go - I can lose hope and know that I'm not insane.

Jesus, God, Zeus and Odin help me - My life is akin to a 22 year old fucking movie. Fuck. That's depressing.

We have no great war, we have no great suffering, our great tragedy is our lives. We work jobs we hate so we can buy shit, we don't need (and pay for our brown replacements to live comfortably because we allowed the jews to overtake us because we were lazy and our arrogance and hubris allowed us to drop our guard)

Fuck, it can't be this bleak.

My job is to destroy the most personal intimate thing. I won't elaborate.

Bob had bitch-tits, all I have is a car from 2006.

Woe is me. War is me.

It's a movie. It has a happy ending.

Life doesn't - it just ends - happy, sad, tragic, magical, dynamic - those are the words for the living.

Ha, I just remembered something else - it's a distraction.

Turn off the distraction.

It's getting to the point where I would rather embarrass myself in real life than embarrass myself in front of Poal.

Too late - Oh, well.

I'm close.

Ok, rip me apart and tell me what a fucking idiot I am.

Anyone get this? Random thought stream. Imperfection. I'm watching Fight Club. Voat, Poal, Gab - these are my support groups - I can let go - I can lose hope and know that I'm not insane. Jesus, God, Zeus and Odin help me - My life is akin to a 22 year old fucking movie. Fuck. That's depressing. We have no great war, we have no great suffering, our great tragedy is our lives. We work jobs we hate so we can buy shit, we don't need (and pay for our brown replacements to live comfortably because we allowed the jews to overtake us because we were lazy and our arrogance and hubris allowed us to drop our guard) Fuck, it can't be this bleak. My job is to destroy the most personal intimate thing. I won't elaborate. Bob had bitch-tits, all I have is a car from 2006. Woe is me. War is me. It's a movie. It has a happy ending. Life doesn't - it just ends - happy, sad, tragic, magical, dynamic - those are the words for the living. Ha, I just remembered something else - it's a distraction. Turn off the distraction. It's getting to the point where I would rather embarrass myself in real life than embarrass myself in front of Poal. Too late - Oh, well. I'm close. Ok, rip me apart and tell me what a fucking idiot I am.

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Sometimes things happen that are so fucked up that we can't see any love in the situation. This usually leads to two thoughts, I should blow my brains out, or this is God's plan and I don't know shit.