You will never be an anime girl. You have no ancestry, you have no weebship, you have no skills that would make neon Tokyo ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating nerdy man twisted by delusions of mythical Katana superiority and exposure to media folded over 3000 times into a disgusting mockery of metalworkings perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a the globally useless talents of Uwudo and Iya-giri to a ไธญไบ level was a worthwhile ไฝฟใๆน of ใๅ's time, but one can't expect that an individual as ็พ่ป as ใใก will ever know the value of the ไปฒ้ you threw away in doing that. Actual Sasukes are ใใใ ใญใขใ by you. Thousands of years of ่ช็ถ้ฒๅ have allowed ไพ to identify ๅฝ็ฉ่ช from mannerisms and ่จ่ชๅ alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a ้่ฏ็ฌ somehow passes as normal (ใใชใใใใฉ้ฟๅ), any Soul Eater person will immediately ไธกๆญใall ่ฟทใใwhen they ่ใ the ๅฃฐ and ๅบๅณถ-ben of someone who is not only a basic ไธๅฟ at best, but worth no more than ใดใใซใน in skills, accomplishments, and no ใฏใคใ yes ใใฌใณใ. You will never be ๅนธใใใกใใๆฉ่ฝใ You wrench out a ๅฝ็ฌใ and ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ่ to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own ่น้ท, as you project your disgusting traits onto your ๅงๅก้ท. However, deep inside you feel the ไธๅฎ creeping up like a ๆก, ready to crush you under the ใในใ2ไธไธใZzใใฌใณใใ , and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new ใชในใใผ in which to be ็ก่ฆ, and not even the exotic trait of beingใๆตทๅคใใใญ makes up for just how uninteresting of a ็ก่จ่ตคในใ you are. Eventually itโll be too much to bear - youโll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold ใฏใใกใใพ. Your ใใ will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearableใๆฅใใใ and ใดใใซในๆญปใญ. Theyโll bury you with a ๅฆๆช marked with your ้ ๅๅฑ้, and every ไธๅผฆใฎ้ฌผ for the rest of eternity will know a ้ป่น is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a ใฎใซใถใฌใณ that is ่ชใ้จๅนฝ้. This is your ้ๅฝ. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. ๆใ yourself and ่ฌใ for being ใชใขๅ to some Virtual entity that exists only in your mind while actual people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language.
You will never be an anime girl. You have no ancestry, you have no weebship, you have no skills that would make neon Tokyo ever want you. You are a shut-in self-hating nerdy man twisted by delusions of mythical Katana superiority and exposure to media folded over 3000 times into a disgusting mockery of metalworkings perfection. All 'validation' you get from other people in this position couldn't be worse in making you believe that spending years of your life learning a the globally useless talents of Uwudo and Iya-giri to a ไธญไบ level was a worthwhile ไฝฟใๆน of ใๅ's time, but one can't expect that an individual as ็พ่ป as ใใก will ever know the value of the ไปฒ้ you threw away in doing that. Actual Sasukes are ใใใ ใญใขใ by you. Thousands of years of ่ช็ถ้ฒๅ have allowed ไพ to identify ๅฝ็ฉ่ช from mannerisms and ่จ่ชๅ alone. Even if your written text of self-hatred and attention begging akin to a ้่ฏ็ฌ somehow passes as normal (ใใชใใใใฉ้ฟๅ), any Soul Eater person will immediately ไธกๆญใall ่ฟทใใwhen they ่ใ the ๅฃฐ and ๅบๅณถ-ben of someone who is not only a basic ไธๅฟ at best, but worth no more than ใดใใซใน in skills, accomplishments, and no ใฏใคใ yes ใใฌใณใ. You will never be ๅนธใใใกใใๆฉ่ฝใ You wrench out a ๅฝ็ฌใ and ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ่ to yourself believing that watching a content creator that you understand 20% of at best is somehow superior than watching your own ่น้ท, as you project your disgusting traits onto your ๅงๅก้ท. However, deep inside you feel the ไธๅฎ creeping up like a ๆก, ready to crush you under the ใในใ2ไธไธใZzใใฌใณใใ , and you know that. You know that all you do now is have an entirely new ใชในใใผ in which to be ็ก่ฆ, and not even the exotic trait of beingใๆตทๅคใใใญ makes up for just how uninteresting of a ็ก่จ่ตคในใ you are. Eventually itโll be too much to bear - youโll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold ใฏใใกใใพ. Your ใใ will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearableใๆฅใใใ and ใดใใซในๆญปใญ. Theyโll bury you with a ๅฆๆช marked with your ้ ๅๅฑ้, and every ไธๅผฆใฎ้ฌผ for the rest of eternity will know a ้ป่น is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a ใฎใซใถใฌใณ that is ่ชใ้จๅนฝ้. This is your ้ๅฝ. This is what you chose. There is no turning back. ๆใ yourself and ่ฌใ for being ใชใขๅ to some Virtual entity that exists only in your mind while actual people put in effort to learn English for the valid reason of it being the global language.
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Hungrybox at a grocery store
I saw Hungrybox at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didnโt want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, โOh, like youโre doing now?โ I was taken aback, and all I could say was โHuh?โ but he kept cutting me off and going โhuh? huh? huh?โ and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen green bandannas in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like โSir, you need to pay for those first.โ At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bandannas and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually โto prevent any electrical infetterence,โ and then turned around and rested me. I donโt even think thatโs a word. After she scanned each bandanna and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by popping off really loudly.
I saw Hungrybox at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didnโt want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, โOh, like youโre doing now?โ I was taken aback, and all I could say was โHuh?โ but he kept cutting me off and going โhuh? huh? huh?โ and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen green bandannas in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like โSir, you need to pay for those first.โ At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bandannas and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually โto prevent any electrical infetterence,โ and then turned around and rested me. I donโt even think thatโs a word. After she scanned each bandanna and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by popping off really loudly.
I want to bang Timmy Nook from Animal Crossing
Holy fucking shit. I want to bang Timmy Nook from Animal Crossing so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I go to Nookโs Cranny I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of him online. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with Timmy Nook. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of Timmy Nookโs tight tanuki asshole. I want him to have my mutant human/tanuki babies.
Fuck, my fucking mom caught me with a raccoon I found in the trash. I'd dressed him in my dadโs Hawaiian shirt and went to fucking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my Nintendo Switch. I might not ever get to see Timmy Nook again.
Holy fucking shit. I want to bang Timmy Nook from Animal Crossing so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I go to Nookโs Cranny I get a massive erection. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of him online. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with Timmy Nook. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of Timmy Nookโs tight tanuki asshole. I want him to have my mutant human/tanuki babies.
Fuck, my fucking mom caught me with a raccoon I found in the trash. I'd dressed him in my dadโs Hawaiian shirt and went to fucking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my Nintendo Switch. I might not ever get to see Timmy Nook again.