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Autism is a literal death sentence to your (social) life, and yet governments around the world will put you in a mental asylum if you want to kill yourself
Seriously what the fuck is up with the retarded mentality of suicide le BAD and yet people who want to kill themselves for years continue to suffer so that the majority who dont get it feel better about a saved life or sum shit
Eugenics should be legal and practiced, morals in real life are defunct anyways
What's the point of dealing with your bodily needs?
For example, I think we can all agree the sensation of hunger is bad, it feels bad, and life would be so much better if the 'joy' of eating wasn't predicated upon being a biological organism with a perpetual need for calories, nutrients, etc. That not acquiring food for oneself didn't lead to a slow, horrific death form starvation. But it is, and so when we feel hungry, when we feel pain in our stomachs, an urge to eat, when we feel low energy, irritable, we go out and eat. We may take joy in this but most of the pleasure is the removal of a deficiency.
But why do we do this, overall? Eating doesn't solve the problem of hunger - it merely perpetuates the condition for it manifest again. quite literally, I eat today so that tomorrow I can once again feel hunger again? Eating sustains my body, which is the very source of my hunger pangs.
I mean it's just retarded. and it's not just hunger, it's everything we basically do. Our entire societies are structured around mitigating the needs of our bodies, which by consequence literally just sustain them - people even procreate...
thread questions >your type >Do you have a favorite font? if so, what is it? >Do you feel the need to produce? >How do you feel when consuming? >How much water do you tend to drink in a day? >What kind of questions and images do you like to see in the OP? >Any boat related, or just adjacent, stories? >What is your enneagram? are you interested in enneagarm?
Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) is a horoscope for pseuds, an introspective self-report questionnaire indicating differing psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions. The test attempts to assign four categories: introversion or extraversion, sensing or intuition, thinking or feeling, judging or perceiving.
>be me 10 years ago >grade 9 >exchanged social media account with a girl sitting next to me in class >msg'ed back and forth a bit >went on a date and two >confessed >"sr anon im just not sure" >"ok cool" >went to different highschools and never see each other again >be me two years ago >depressed and stuffs >scrolled through my old msg >saw my conversation with her >it felt weirdly calming to read through our old msgs >apparently she has switched to another acc long ago >decided to msg the abandon acc every once in a while >just dumb, daily, trivial stuffs >sometime a "miss u" >always felt relax afterward, really help with mental mind >my messages never got "delivered", let alone read >keep doing that for 2 years >suddenly today >"omg anon you are still messaging this account?"
>Be pedophile >Dont ever want to hurt kids >Extended family is having a party downstairs >My little cousins are there >I know my four year old little boy cousin will be at the pool >I know he will be shirtless in a little speedo so I can't go downstairs in order to keep myself in control >My dad forces me to go downstairs anyways >He knows I struggle with this shit but apparently he doesn't think about it >Go downstairs >I see my cousin >I sit in the corner and sip my grape juice trying to ignore it all >Shaking >I can't fucking do this >Ashamed of myself >Turned on >Feeling dirty >Almost cry >I try to tell my dad to let me go upstairs but he won't let me >I stay there for more ten minutes >I am such a faggots >I feel horrible >I can't take my eyes of him >ask my dad again >Tell him I was to practice my guitar >He finally, finally lets me go upstairs
It's over. I don't know how to stop this. I don't know how to get better. I'm genuinely considering suicide. I don't want to hurt kids.