Think about it, vampires are immortal. They can never die, so if they were to turn others into vampires people would never die, so then society would continue to be alive and not only that? but everyone we love would still be in our lives, and we would still be in there’s. Vampires also have strength and heal quickly from their wounds, so we have more workers in jobs that require society to progress, such as construction workers and farmers and they wouldn’t be as tired or hurt because of their new strengths. Vampires also can easily kill, so they can take out all the unjustified murders, grapists, peds etc with ease.

I just love vampires so much, they’re so hot and fun and mysterious and intimidating and scary but in a sexy way. I wish they were real and I had a vampire boyfriend where we spend all of our lives together and he’s so hot and wants my blood but he’s gentle and it’s just ugh. I know i’m 18 and should be out of this phase already but god i’m not. I love vampires i even have a shirt and a twilight one!

Ok, so let's dive into the numbers. Bad news for Biden equals 666 in the satanic and 66 in the keypad. Like annual rise equal 66 in the reverse reduction. like creeping like creeping higher equals 66 in the reverse reduction. and the nunber of the beast is 666, and Barack equals 216 in the sumerian like Obama equals 216 in the trigonal, and Obama was born the 216 day of the year. 6 times 6 times 6 is 216. number of a man equals 66 in reverse reduction like number of the beast equals 66 in reduction and 96 in the reverse single reduction like creeping higher equals 96 in the reduction. marches 3.5% equals 96 in the capitals added. and bad news for Biden equals 669 in a reduction like President Kamala Harris equals 96 in reduction and triple 6s. spelled out equals 69 in a reverse reduction like President Joe biden equals 96 in the reverse reduction and 69.

has anyone else seen the fake people before? i'm not talking mannequins or skinwalkers or what have you. i mean the people you just see out in the wilderness occasionally. they look completely passable, real as you or me, but they don't react to any stimuli, shouting or throwing things at them. and i can never bring myself to get within 20ft of them. usually if they're not in some sort of vehicle or something they're staring up at the sky. I've never seen them during the day. they don't breathe, they don't blink, and they never seem to leave any trace of their presence. usually gone by morning. i remember seeing an old man sitting on a camping stool right off the road in a flat spot in the desert. just staring up at the moon. stopping i called out and asked if the guy needed a ride or anything. didn't move a fucking inch. just sat there staring up, i noticed he wasn't breathing or anything, couldn't see his face but he didn't even sway naturally like how people usually do when they're sitting still for a long time. the sand around his feet was untouched, no footprints even the camping chair he was on didn't seem to sink into the ground. just resting on top. shined a flashlight at him to see if maybe the guy was deaf or something but he didn't even turn around. when i went to get out the car to see if he was alive i just felt this intense feeling of wrongness, like i shouldn't get any closer and needed to drive away as soon as possible. like i was a mouse about to walk into a cats bed.

ive seen em a few times since then. tried throwing things once at this one dude sitting in his truck staring straight ahead, he was definitely corporeal as the paper ball i tossed bounced off his head and into the truck but he didn't react, once again never even blinking. this shits freaky as hell and i was wondering if anyone had seen this before? i live in Arizona if that helps.

I didn't lay this brick... I have laid thousands... I have created skyscrapers, built monuments, created relics, invented wonder... but this? I did not create this... none of the bricks I have laid are remotely even connected to this atrocity... so tell me.. who did this? Who would slander my work. Destroy everything that I have built. This is not a monument, not even a house. This is a shack made of sticks and mud... and yet somehow my bricks connected. I have not the slightest clue as to how... but this is not My Brick.

Antimatter Dimensions is a highly unfolding Idle Incremental game with multiple layers of unlocks, prestige, and achievements. It has loads of content, with 3 extensive Prestige Layers. Its content takes months or even years to complete and is the perfect choice if you want to get into incrementals. First you have to accumulate antimatter. In order to do so, you have to use your antimatter to buy antimatter dimensions. You can also buy Tickspeed Upgrades to speed up the production. Once you run out of dimensions to upgrade, you can buy Dimension Boosts to unlock a few more dimensions and boost them. If you have enough Dimension Boosts, you can create an Antimatter Galaxy which will strengthen your Tickspeed Upgrades. The game also supports offline progression so you can still produce antimatter even when you’re AFK. This game requires a lot of patience but is the best game for Incremental lovers.

Ha! Really? I'M the one who doesn't seem to be here to build an encyclopedia? Good one! Sorry buddy, but I am MR. ENCYCLOPEDIA! My BRAIN IS an encyclopedia, and has been ever since I was a child! Compared to you, I'm a bloody genius! I realize that this is your feeble attempt to try and bring me down with your pathetic, sorry excuse of a petty insult, but I hate to break it to you, but it isn't going to work on me! It's 100% CLEAR that I am easily the smartest person here! Why? Because UNLIKE the vast majority of folks here, I actually know what I'm talking about! To you, I'm pretty much your new "boss"- so to speak! I'm the genius who's using an extremely unbiased, realistic way of making sure that Wikipedia has the most reliable sources out there! Just because YOU are not too keen on that idea does NOT mean it's a bad idea! In fact- it's anything but! When Wikipedia becomes a reliable source, you'll be thanking me for my superb contributions as well as for my brilliance! That said, I'm still willing to help work out a resolution here- I just ask that you take me seriously from now on! Hell, as long as you treat me respectfully, I won't even ask you to call me "boss"! I may be a genius, but that doesn't mean I'm heartless or egotistical in regards to me not wanting to work with others! Hell no! If that was the case, I wouldn't even be here to begin with! I'm more than willing to work alongside a bunch of passive-aggressive people if it means making Wikipedia a better place! You can change, they can change! It's all good! If you apo0logze for your attempts to bring me down with the usage of such pathetic "insults" (if they can even be called that), and admit that you were wrong and that I am right, I'll forgive you for all this! Sound like a plan?

HAHA TOYS! SO FUNNY! EATIN' TOYS LIKIN' BOYS KILLIN' TROY WAIT! DEATH SENTENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MR STUPID AND HIS FAMILY! ROBLOX? YEAH DUDE! GARFIELD FUNNY? BOLD! ITALIC! TOYS! FILLER!!! What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little shit? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and Ive been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and Im the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth

I wake up daily and think about the relapse album and it gets me so bricked up that I have a 6 hour gooning session to relapse like how can senpai emmy chan create an album so sexy..whenever I hear about relapse my johnson immediately wakes up.. honestly if relapse was a person I would fuck it's ass and keep fucking till my meat gets swollen..(even thought ive already done that to the vinyl, cd, and casette) I would allow eminem to put his meat in my mouth and my ass just cuz he made relapse.honestly eminem can tie my hands and gangrape me idm.

Hello, I am Carmen Winstead. I am 17 years old. Did I mention that I am dead?

Once you have started reading, you cannot stop or you will have bad luck until the day you die.

A few years ago, a group of girls pushed me down a sewer to embarrass me. When I didn t come up, the police came and the girls told them that I tripped and fell. Everybody believed them. By the time I had reached the hospital, I had a fractured neck, 4 leg injuries and a torn-off face.

That same day, the same girls decided to have a sleepover. At 3AM, I walked into their room and silently stared. One girl woke up and was about to sleep, so I killed her, before killing her friends.

A boy named David received this message. He just laughed and deleted the message. That night while he was showering, he heard laughter - my laughter.

The next day when his mom came to wake him up for school, he was gone. There was a note on his bed that seemed to be written in his own blood that said, "YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN." No one has found him since as he is with me.

A girl named Kate received this message and immediately sent it to 25 people, 10 more than needed. To this day, I watch over her and her loved ones and protect them from danger.

Send this message to 15 people by the end of these 24 hours. Your time starts..

NOW! There are consequences to every action: 0-7: You will be killed 8-12: You will see me but not die 13-14: You will feel something on you at 3AM

15>: You are safe

One thing I love about the spicy pimento cheese sandwich from Chick-fil-A, is the warm tanginess as it enters your mouth. It really gives you a sense of happiness. My name is wiener and this is my Chick-fil-A story.

Today is gonna be the day that you’re gonna throw "Oasis" out of the shoutbox. But by now, you really should’ve realised what you gotta do. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about this band now. And backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your hearts is out. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before, but I doubt it was ever really true. There are so many things I’d like to say about this, but I don’t know how. Because maybe, you’re gonna be the ones that save this place. And after all, Oasis is our Wonderwall.

i never met another human that smelled worse than my stepbrother like holy fuck dumpster behind the local tacobell rancid spoiled millk thats been in a carpet for a month rancid legit had yeast growing on his scalp rancid and my parents had me sharing a room with this dude i legit slept in the living room bcz of his stench and i could still smell this nasty ass in the living room

every time i play geometry dash, i get a boner. the feeling of finally beating a hard level after days of practice, it just makes me so hard. the harder the level, the harder i get. the other day i finally beat theory of everything 2 after months of trying, and when i finally finished the level, my penis felt like it was going to explode. i immediately jerked off and had the most intense orgasm ever. i ended up deleting the game in fear of what would happen if i ever beat an extreme demon. does this happen to anyone else? or am i just built different.

Boy, I bought a gold boat, bought a gold star, bought a gold bear, put him in a gold car, bought a gold fridge, fill it with some gold food, bought a gold me, I call him “The Gold Dude.” I'm, makin' that money, that pyramid mummy money. I’m makin' money, that pyramid scheme money, Making that money, that pyramid mummy money. I’m makin' money, that pyramid scheme money. Girl, I stack my money, brick by brick. Check my gold fronts, I go, lick lick lick. Need a new wallet cause my money don't fit. Bought a gold bomb that go tick, tick, tick. Makin' that money, that pyramid mummy money. I’m makin' money that pyramid scheme money. Makin' that, money, that pyramid mummy money. I’m makin' money, that pyramid scheme money.

every time i play geometry dash, i get a boner. the feeling of finally beating a hard level after days of practice, it just makes me so hard. the harder the level, the harder i get. the other day i finally beat theory of everything 2 after months of trying, and when i finally finished the level, my penis felt like it was going to explode. i immediately jerked off and had the most intense orgasm ever. i ended up deleting the game in fear of what would happen if i ever beat an extreme demon. does this happen to anyone else? or am i just built different.

Why? Why watch these movies?

Anyway, the books fans think exactly the same way I do, so I’m going to speak for all of the book fans.

This dusty old trilogy people keep worshipping out of sheer nostalgia, as if merely defining the early 2000s (it didn’t) made it untouchable. But watching these films today reveals just how fundamentally obsolete they are. And believe me, after seeing over five thousand films, I think I have a slight authority on the matter.

Peter Jackson, a director whose finesse is more akin to a sledgehammer than a master’s brush, delivered a sanitized version of an epic tale, desecrating the cinematic language perfected by Akira Kurosawa. Kurosawa understood movement, space, and rhythm in action scenes—his framing was precise, his battles visceral. Jackson, on the other hand, stacks up awkward slow-motion shots and clumsy compositions, stripping every moment of any real weight. Worse still, he drowns his film in cheap-looking digital backdrops that make it feel like it was shot on a budget studio set. And no, this isn’t just about dated visual effects—it’s about lazy, uninspired filmmaking.

The argument that “it was revolutionary at the time” doesn’t hold. Metropolis (1927) remains a masterclass in visual storytelling nearly a century later. Jackson’s trilogy, however, has aged horribly. I’d estimate that at least 40 to 50% of the shots are now unwatchable by today’s Hollywood standards. The battles are chaotic and unreadable, the CGI creatures lack weight, and the cinematography is utterly bland. Even The Hobbit films—hardly masterpieces—function better in this regard: at least the visuals are clean, the VFX have a tangible presence, and the action scenes are actually readable.

Let’s talk about the sound design, which is an outright disaster. It’s an overwhelming, incoherent cacophony—nothing but noise, with no sense of rhythm, nuance, or genuine emotion. Howard Shore’s score is nothing more than an overbearing sledgehammer, hammering away at themes that pretend to be grandiose but are ultimately just empty spectacle. Worse still, the dialogue is often completely inaudible, with wildly inconsistent volume levels, at times reaching the amateurish lows of Christopher Nolan’s worst sound mixing (Dunkirk, Tenet).

As for the script—yes, it’s obviously a disaster, but in the midst of such a train wreck, it almost seems like the least offensive aspect. That’s not a compliment, though. It’s still a shallow, uninspired adaptation that betrays both the letter and the spirit of Tolkien’s work. The character arcs are diluted, the emotional depth is nonexistent, and many sequences are so poorly written they verge on laughable. But what’s truly unforgivable is how seriously Jackson takes himself—he frames his film as if it were a Shakespearean epic. And when a movie is this ambitious, when it takes itself this seriously and operates on such a massive budget, it has no excuse to be anything less than flawless. Excellence demands perfection.

Look at recent blockbusters: Red Cliff, Avatar, Dune, even the new Terminator films—they all surpass The Lord of the Rings in terms of direction, visual impact, and narrative control. And if we’re talking about the truly great films of the last 25 years, consider Parasite, There Will Be Blood, The Lives of Others, or The Batman. These are flawless works, unassailable, where every shot, every note of music, every line of dialogue is executed with absolute precision.

In comparison, The Lord of the Rings is nothing more than a dated, poorly conceived, and poorly executed product. A bad adaptation and, quite frankly, three very bad films. Fortunately, with the revisionist movement popularized since 2018, they won’t stand the test of time anymore.

So, if you’re reading the title right, I’m looking for an anime where the main character always wears a hat. I’m super into hats, like I even have a collection of fedoras. Personally, I wear my $5000 neon sparkle fedora everywhere I go (yeah, I know, it’s extra). I just really love hats, and I even make my friends wear them, even though they’re not always into it. To me, anyone who rocks a hat is kinda special, and it gives off this "main character" vibe. People outside my house even mention my hat thinking I cant hear them, saying something like, “Bro’s the main character.”

So yeah, I’m looking for an anime where the MC always has a hat on and it could be anything, a fedora, a cap, doesn’t matter. Heck, it doesn’t even have to be a real hat. It could just be something like dirt on their head or grease from food. just anything on their head.

Oh and I just checked the price of my neon sparkle fedora and it went up a whopping $200 since I last checked like five days ago. Just thought I’d let you know, it’s not actually $5000, it’s more like in the $5200 range now.

every time i play geometry dash, i get a boner. the feeling of finally beating a hard level after days of practice, it just makes me so hard. the harder the level, the harder i get. the other day i finally beat theory of everything 2 after months of trying, and when i finally finished the level, my penis felt like it was going to explode. i immediately jerked off and had the most intense orgasm ever. i ended up deleting the game in fear of what would happen if i ever beat an extreme demon. does this happen to anyone else? or am i just built different.

You made a mistake posting this. Now people are gonna start acting like consumer accountability exists and isn’t just manufactured by the upper class so the lower class infights and doesn’t do anything. The fact people think a $10 sandwich actually helps chic fil a and not the million of dollars investors put in and will continue to put in even if a boycott happens is proof the act works

every time i play geometry dash, i get a boner. the feeling of finally beating a hard level after days of practice, it just makes me so hard. the harder the level, the harder i get. the other day i finally beat theory of everything 2 after months of trying, and when i finally finished the level, my penis felt like it was going to explode. i immediately jerked off and had the most intense orgasm ever. i ended up deleting the game in fear of what would happen if i ever beat an extreme demon. does this happen to anyone else? or am i just built different.

I Bought a Property In Egypt, And what they do for you, Is they give you the property, And then you go and customize it however you like, Which only cost me 4000£, For the kitchen, For outdoor furniture, For the TV, For the AC, For the bedroom furniture, Sofa, And after that, The management of the building will manage your property for you, While you put it on AirBNB.

When you go to the petting zoo to see the cows and you see them eating grass so you lowkey ponder if you could paint your ahh hair green and attract them and they start licking it up and it lowkey feels good so you wonder how it feels on the tongue so you lowkey start artisanal Jamaican tongue twisting on the cows ahh and it lowkey taste good so you apply for a job at the zoo but they dont hire you because of the green ahh hair incident so you lowkey start kidnap two cows to start experimenting on them in your basement by combining their dna with expert toungue technique dna to create ahh hair licker through cross dna breeding and you lowkey star in talk tuah to talk about your perfect ahh hair cleaner cows but when you try it it dont feel authentic so you lowkey go back to your roots and paint your ahh hairs green and go back to the petting zoo where it all started but lowkey they see you tress passing so you go to jail but you enter with a smile on your face having gotten to re experience the ahh hair cleaning cows

Hey guys, builderman here. I just wanted to ask you to please stop jerking off to roblox porn. literally every fucking day of the week some random fuckers try to upload T-Shirts which are literally fucking bare chests to a kids platform. And for some reason my dumbass mods approve this shit and i fucking hate it. If i caught any one of y'all beating your meat to roblox titties, i swear to got im gonna grab my ban hammer and shove it all the way up in your ass. Fucking

I’m not proud to admit this, but for years, I was a chess cheater. Over the span of about four years, I cheated in hundreds of games, probably around 1 in every 5 rapid games on avarage. I’ve played over 1,500 games, and somehow, I never got caught.

I’m not sharing this to justify my actions or seek forgiveness. I’m writing this because I know there are others out there who are stuck in the same cycle - wanting to stop but struggling with the urge to cheat. If that’s you, I hope my experience helps.

The main reason why I cheated was simple: ELO obsession. I cared way too much about my rating. Watching my ELO drop after a losing streak felt unbearable, and I would justify cheating by telling myself that I was just having a bad day and that I “deserved” to win because I wasn’t playing at my real skill level.

Another reason was frustration with aggressive opponents. When someone played aggressively against me, I sometimes felt like they were trying to bully me over the board. I wanted to “teach them a lesson” by proving that their aggression would come at a price. Looking back, this mindset was completely irrational, but at the time, it felt like a valid excuse.

I tried quitting many times but always fell back into the habit. I’d tell myself, “This will be the last time I cheat,” but it never was. Eventually, I found a few strategies that actually worked:

1. I stopped playing rated games for a while. Removing the pressure of ELO made it much easier to resist the urge to cheat.
2. I play easy bots after losing streaks. Losing multiple games in a row is a big trigger for me, so instead of cheating to “fix” my rating, I play against weak bots just to get an easy win and reset mentally. I know it’s not great for improvement, but it helps me stop feeling like garbage after losing a bunch of games.
3. I created a second account. This might be controversial, but it helped me a lot. I was terrified of my rating dropping once I stopped cheating, so I started a fresh account where I played 100% legitimately. Once I reached the ELO I had on my original account, I felt confident enough to return to it.
4. I quit games immediately when I feel the urge to cheat. The moment I notice the temptation, I hit the resign button instantly. It’s much easier to resign in one second than to resist the urge for an entire game.
5. I remind myself that there’s a real person on the other side. Just like me, they don’t like losing unfairly. Keeping that in mind helped shift my perspective.

I haven’t cheated since Septermber, and honestly, it feels amazing. My rating is real, my wins actually mean something, and I’m enjoying chess way more than before.

If you’re someone who’s struggling with this, I hope my experience gives you some hope. It is possible to stop, you just need to find strategies that work for you.

This face/emoticon ":3" drives me insane. Whether it's used in an earnest attempt to be cute or sarcastically, it makes my blood boil. It's commonly used in the anime community, where people will end every. single. sentence. with it.

It doesn't matter the context of the sentence either, you'll find something like "my mother was ripped to shreds by mole rats :3".

It's such a unimportant thing to get enraged by, but if I could ban it, I would.

My name is China and I’m Chinese

Yea that’s right. I’m Chinese named after my race. I was born in China, adopted, and an immigrant at 5 months. My family is white, they named me after my race to be unique. I find my name a great conversation starter, and yea, it is unique and no one forgets me.

I know nothing about China or Chinese culture outside media portrayal, midwestern raised and all my friends are white. Yet here I am, I’m an immigrant.

Today my mother told me, “all immigrants should be deported, whether legal or not, they weren’t born here. Dont you agree?” I just stared at her, and she huffed and said, “I’m not meaning you, you’re a citizen!” She scowled and walked off. Don’t you realize your one and only child is an immigrant? Citizens can be immigrants, aren’t you supposed to be the adult?

My chest feels like a cold dark ocean, where I’m calling out to nothing but the sound of crashing waves that swallow my voice. Something inside me broke today and I feel so isolated, maybe trapped. And all I’ve got is this fuck ass horse with no name.

Ryder is a worthless, bitch-ass nigga. He is bald as shit, and cowardly, he and his Paw Patrol name can go somewhere else. Ryder, if you’re reading this, go fuck yourself.

I eat cement, the big boy cement, It’s not very bent, I stopped paying rent, Started living in a tent, did not pass a test, Couldn't get rest, got some pests, Can't find their nest, can't find a cent, Got sent a check, it had no cents left, Went to cry, I got lent five cents, Still couldn't pay rent, when will I rest?

Woke up stressed, feeling so tense, Wallet so light, it don’t make sense, Checked my account, balance went red, Ate some cement, now I’m well-fed. Walked to the bank, slipped on the street, Face hit the ground, scuffed up my cheek, Manager laughed, told me to leave, Said I was broke, I had to believe.

Now I’m outside, rain on my head, Dreaming of riches while sleeping on bread, Tried to invest, but I got scammed, Now I just hustle, stacking my plans. Cement for breakfast, dinner, and lunch, Stomach’s a rock, still feeling the crunch, One day I’ll flex, never be bent, Until then, I’m still eating cement.

I woke up today with a brand-new scheme, Tired of being broke, I need that green. Walked to the lot where the rich folks park, Selling fake watches till way past dark. Rolex? Nah, it’s made of glue, But they don’t know till the day turns blue. Got me some cash, stacked up a pile, Then got chased by the cops for a mile.

Ducked in a store, tried to blend in, But they knew my face, they ain’t giving in. Ran through the back, hopped a few gates, Shoes got torn, but I made my escape. Sat on the curb, breathing real fast, Looked at my money, knew it won’t last. Called up my friend, he’s got some connects, Said he’s got work if I pass his test.

Met him at midnight under the bridge, Handed me keys, pointed to a fridge, Said “Inside’s gold, but keep it tight, If you get caught, you’re gone for life.” Opened it up, guess what I found? A brick of cement, weighing ten pounds. Said “Man, what’s this? You playing me, right?” He laughed real hard, said, “It’s that white.”

Flipped that pack, made double the dough, Now I got bands, I'm ready to grow. No more tents, I got me a place, Still eat cement just in case. They see my shine, they know I’m next, They watch my moves, they send me threats. But I don’t fold, I’m built like stone, Concrete heart, I stand alone.

Pulled up clean in a second-hand whip, Windows cracked, but I still look rich. Brought my chain at the dollar store, Told ‘em it’s gold, they said, “Say no more.” Fake it till you make it, that’s my game, Every struggle just fuels my flame. Lost some friends, but I gained respect, They see the grind, they see what’s next.

Feds got close, they kicked in the door, Snatched my stash, threw me on the floor. Said, “You been moving that weight too long, Time’s up now, you played it wrong.” Sat in the cell, counting my days, Thought about all of the dumb mistakes. Should’ve stayed legal, should’ve been wise, Now I’m just stuck, staring at skies.

Did my time, walked out free, Now I’m back, but a new me. No more scams, no more tricks, I’m making moves that really stick. Started a biz, selling cement, Legit this time, making real cents. Stacked up cash, got me a crib, Now I live how I always wished.

Look at me now, suited in black, Used to be broke, now I’m on track. Started with nothing, ate some rocks, Now I own the whole damn block.

No more tents, no more stress, Sleeping good, I’m feeling blessed. Got me a chain, but it’s real this time, No more struggle, just dollar signs. Look at my past, laugh at the pain, Turned all the losses into a gain. Used to eat cement, now I invest, Living my dream, I'm finally blessed.

They ask my secret, how’d I win? I tell ‘em it’s simple, it starts within. No matter how hard, no matter how tough, Keep on grinding, don’t give up. If I can make it, so can you, Stay cement-solid, see it through.

I ate 12 to 13 eggs a day and ended up spiraling into severe depression and started having some pretty dark suicidal thoughts, like constantly thinking about cutting my neck or wrists off. Nothing brought me joy. I was so exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. All I wanted to do was stay in bed.

I’m sure it was because I had way too much acetylcholine. Eggs are naturally rich in choline, which the body converts into acetylcholine. I remember feeling the exact same messed up way when I took supplements that increase ACh. How did I not see this coming?

High ACh dampens dopamine and serotonin, leaving you feeling numb, apathetic, and consumed by dark thoughts. It also overstimulates the nervous system, causing you to burn out, feel anxious, and just utterly exhausted. I felt every bit of that.

In case you’re wondering, I ate so many eggs simply because I love them. I know it was a stupid decision, but love makes you blind, you know? Yolk high is real shit. I get this urge to put an egg on everything.

I’ll stick with 3 eggs a day max from now on. But first, I need to detox. First few days are gonna be rough. There will be cravings, withdrawal, maybe dreams about runny yolks. Gotta stay strong. No omelets, no sunny side ups, not even a whiff of scrambled. I’m going cold turkey. Wish me luck.

TL;DR: Ate too many eggs, ended up deeply depressed with dark thoughts. Now detoxing and cutting back to 3 eggs a day.

I got raped by a guy with down syndrome who lied to me and said he was gay and homosexual