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Ein wenn ich schlaf dann auf dem fuckass boden 2night moment
July 11, 2026 at 2:48 AM
Ein wenn ich schlaf dann auf dem fuckass boden 2night moment
Elon Algo hat mir timeout verpasst, kein tweet geht durch sos
July 11, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Elon Algo hat mir timeout verpasst, kein tweet geht durch sos
Crazy wie elon mich ernst zwingt hier meinen senf zu verzapfen
May 19, 2026 at 11:54 AM
Crazy wie elon mich ernst zwingt hier meinen senf zu verzapfen
Elon nerft mich
May 18, 2026 at 10:22 PM
Elon nerft mich
Elon hat twitter endgültig gebummst ich verlagere grind nach hier
May 18, 2026 at 10:13 AM
Elon hat twitter endgültig gebummst ich verlagere grind nach hier
Freitod würd so einiges vereinfachen
December 3, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Freitod würd so einiges vereinfachen
Ich brauche Luft doch hab zum Atmen keine Zeit
October 8, 2025 at 8:33 PM
Ich brauche Luft doch hab zum Atmen keine Zeit
Was smoken is leichter als zu flennen
October 6, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Was smoken is leichter als zu flennen
Dear diary,
I am tired
I am tired
August 14, 2025 at 9:09 AM
Dear diary,
I am tired
I am tired
Dear diary,
I am broken. I think i dont wanna sleep cuz I dont wanna dream
I am broken. I think i dont wanna sleep cuz I dont wanna dream
August 12, 2025 at 1:10 AM
Dear diary,
I am broken. I think i dont wanna sleep cuz I dont wanna dream
I am broken. I think i dont wanna sleep cuz I dont wanna dream
Dear diary,
I thank for music and singing
I thank for music and singing
August 12, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Dear diary,
I thank for music and singing
I thank for music and singing
Dear diary,
I am not well.
I am not well.
August 12, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Dear diary,
I am not well.
I am not well.
Dear diary,
every sympathy towards me must feels like a lie. Honest words do crush me. They come with expectations, wishful thinking, a role they see me well suited for. But all I ever knew was to disappoint so _please_ just tell me you hate me so we skip the "having expectations"-part
every sympathy towards me must feels like a lie. Honest words do crush me. They come with expectations, wishful thinking, a role they see me well suited for. But all I ever knew was to disappoint so _please_ just tell me you hate me so we skip the "having expectations"-part
August 12, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Dear diary,
every sympathy towards me must feels like a lie. Honest words do crush me. They come with expectations, wishful thinking, a role they see me well suited for. But all I ever knew was to disappoint so _please_ just tell me you hate me so we skip the "having expectations"-part
every sympathy towards me must feels like a lie. Honest words do crush me. They come with expectations, wishful thinking, a role they see me well suited for. But all I ever knew was to disappoint so _please_ just tell me you hate me so we skip the "having expectations"-part
Dear diary,
after years of touch and intimacy I had two hugs in six months and both felt forced and were not worth it. I struggle to deal my cards well.
after years of touch and intimacy I had two hugs in six months and both felt forced and were not worth it. I struggle to deal my cards well.
August 12, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Dear diary,
after years of touch and intimacy I had two hugs in six months and both felt forced and were not worth it. I struggle to deal my cards well.
after years of touch and intimacy I had two hugs in six months and both felt forced and were not worth it. I struggle to deal my cards well.
Dear diary,
I gotta clean
I gotta clean
August 12, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Dear diary,
I gotta clean
I gotta clean
Dear diary I miss the illusion of being somewhat worthy of acknowledgment or interest, I feel like I was naive, an exchangeable toy, nothing to ever be considered again, not worth a shit, a steppingstone of many, a mistake like many, finally a loser like many. Yet there are also no winners left.
August 12, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Dear diary I miss the illusion of being somewhat worthy of acknowledgment or interest, I feel like I was naive, an exchangeable toy, nothing to ever be considered again, not worth a shit, a steppingstone of many, a mistake like many, finally a loser like many. Yet there are also no winners left.
To overcome the solitude and the agony after someone accompanied your life for years, be it family, friends or partners just to be left alone again and again and again. To get a grasp on whether its merely them or me that makes coexisting so unbearable and draining and exhausting.
August 12, 2025 at 12:37 AM
To overcome the solitude and the agony after someone accompanied your life for years, be it family, friends or partners just to be left alone again and again and again. To get a grasp on whether its merely them or me that makes coexisting so unbearable and draining and exhausting.