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I used to be Atlas, wouldn't you know it? To the chagrin of those who hold a vested interest in my self improvement and growth, I'm gonna write about it again. Dwelling on these people is a little embarrassing, but it is oh so fun. I fucked around and made my own soap opera. And by some force of immense loathing and tragedy, I got to be a character in this bullshit. I guess in a year of new-found strength and victories, my most poignant failure always seems to stick out in my head. I might be the only person alive who is actually looking forward to hearing my therapist tell me all the ways I suck ass. I need to hear it, because Jean Michel won't tell me. And I know if she gave a shit, she'd really let me have it. She'll never tell me anything, ain't that a laugh. We aren't close enough to make that necessary, wouldn't you know it. Deanna has been telling me I should have some more self respect, yknow. Specifically she said I should *gulp* block  her. I f...

I didn't get jack shit done today. My chin has broken out and looks a mess. I stopped doing my skin routine for a few days and my skin paid for it🫲😮‍💨🫱 serves me fuckin' right. I played video games for over 5 hours during this break. We are returning to homeostasis.Yes, this is what we do, is it not? We are an organism animated by pursuits of ecstasy and leisure. I let the fantasy of the virtual realm overtake my senses for the sake of keeping me away from more carnal pursuits. I don't want to visit the strip club, I want to be a stripper. I wish I was sexy, you know. Just for one day. My first ever therapy appointment was quite alright. I understand I will need to divulge a bit more in the upcoming weeks... I don't mind it. I don't mind it at all. You all know how much I love to talk. And gossip, it's all to essential to my character. Maybe I like the idea of being speculated upon. I'm into it. Let me be your hot topic, y'know? Somebody with as frum...

I went just about everywhere but a bad place, this day. I must be grateful for a blessing like this. I must understand what God means to tell me through such fortune. Everything starts to seem so eclectic when contrasted with my "normal." The hermit becomes the pedestrian, seems like. A minor faction like myself has no allegiance to anything but a moment. And in this moment, I am not allegiant to my abstinence towards drinking. I quite like Captain Morgan, a capable fellow if do say so myself. Blue collar jobs, blue collar mindsets. You find yourself having it slip into the way you think, how you eat food, how you wake up in the morning, how you speak to a figure so fair. You lose a willingness to exert in the looser hours of life. What a boon that can be, in the right hands. I find myself taken by the prose of the captain myself, I am drawn to his charisma! His poise, and his strength. I must sleep in my car. Thou asketh of vocation; I answer to you the plainest of honesty. ...