oh i know, that's why im baffled he did that, stopped my meds a while ago and it caught up to me. gave me effexor and depakote then discharged me after one night. like wtf

very true, especially when they wont actually care for you even if you go inpatient

totally not jealous at all, not one bit

dreamt of this for the longest time, to watch her push the rocuronium and then the overwhelming stillness before panic sets in. i need it

in case the digital void im screaming into was curious, it was ineffective

istg if this one ends after a week again im cooked

it is in fact good to fight dirty when it gives the side of not-fascism an advantage. imo, there is value in learning to revel in that a little. that is, more or less, what "jackalope thought" is. it is a promise to ourselves and to our enemies that, even if we lose, this fight is going to cost them

rainy days are the best day to leave the house though

im a little beyond the age range but it still killed

im thinking a giant knife puppet as the mascot