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I am now permanently banned from an office for punching a wall. If I need the service I need to go to any other location. The end is beginning. I can't hold in the rage anymore and it's now ruining my life.

Best way to cry in public without anyone noticing

Either you work for a corporation or you own one. The third option is death. Welcome to reality.

Hopefully my work clothes conceal the blood enough. I'll just say I fell off my bike.

Hey Bartender

She took everything from me for the chance of getting free money that some random person got for a child who had an actual disorder. Ironically her pursuit for free money is why I'm free and got a chance to grow, but I should have had that chance when I was much younger.

I will always be the reason why something doesn't work out. I will always be the problem. Everything is solved by just removing me.

Which is everyone, obviously. Everyone wants me to fail and to live the worst life possible. It's funny.

Happy Birthday Ness and Lucas game.

Like, I should have died at birth like I was going to before some asshole scumbags had to "save" me. I serve as proof that not all babies need to be saved. Just have a new one or adopt a new one.

I wish I could have just lived without that stupid shit being the reason why I did anything. Everyone else enjoyed and disliked media and hobbies, but when I did it was because of that shit. So of course I was forced to consume media and do hobbies hated while being abused into hating media and hobbies I enjoyed. So helpful. Thanks for nothing.

I'm still perpetually less than and such an oh so widdle reeree toddler trying so hard to be grown. I was right when I was 7. I should have killed myself then. It would have been funny, that a little worthless burden finally read the room and removed itself.

I've only envied the talented students in school not because they were "better" but because they themselves were credited for their accomplishment and not some imaginary disorder.

I envied everyone else because they could openly have nice things without everyone having some issue with it. They can openly have a $5 shirt without being called spoiled or rich, and having the staff do some petty shit to them every day. They literally had LV and Gucci brand stuff and no one cared, but my $5 shirt and $4 headphones were expensive luxury products I didn't deserve. I really should have just died.

I can't take it anymore. My life does not matter. I provide zero value to the real people's society. Being diagnosed as not having that stupid fake shit doesn't make me a real person. My only purpose is to be hurt by the real people society for the real actual people's entertainment. To perpetually be some scum less than them trying to be one of them.