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Freeze Peach 🍑 crescent / 2nd in command / roses's brother

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Today I watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners 2. Very good! I mean there really is much to say on the 2nd part of the series. Having Clancy Brown as the Dub of one of the characters was really nice. The ending almost made me cry. And the new concept of an AI rogue shard chip was also new. Something different from the traditional soul killer technology. That's how I spent most of my day.

A part of me wants to complain. The other part wants to do nothing. Yesterday was so negative at work. The week just started. Co-workers are at their worst like it's rare form. Still no Florida in sight. I honestly gave up on getting a break long ago. For someone that moves mountains on a daily, a week at the shore is not permitted to me. My attitude toward my father has become negative. With what's happening he's texting a women who inherited a lot of money. He feels that 27 years of his life was robbed because of my mother which is understandable but as far as the simpler things in life like getting a vacation. Totally flies over him. He has been helping me with my car but I'd rather him take a week for vacation than work on my car. The car can wait.

You see, this is why I am such a secluse. I made time with a long time friend last night so give me credit. But over all, I stay to myself because of how much bullshit I experience. Again I have conditioned myself out of being negative and complaining to a great degree. I used to complain more on here than kick a bitch around. But now I procrastinate while also being overly productive. Doesn't make sense. Okay. Let me explain. I work my ass off. I work my ass off both at work and in the house. This means running circles around most of my generation when it comes to being on top of everything. Then when I still have a lot of energy I get on the computer and waste away in internet drama. Just recently I have been binging NicholasDerio's livestreams. I'm not on KF too much, just for updates on shit in general. Then it's time for me to sleep. Cycle repeats.

I know why things are the way they are. It's because I do this shit to myself. If I focused on my mentality more, I would have had two weeks down in florida and have won the lottery long ago. I wouldn't be sitting in this chair elaborating the state of my life right now. I have an addiction to shooting myself in the foot when I get an opportunity for redemption and freedom. I don't put in the work. I keep telling myself to but I just refuse. I feel like I'm Rose sometimes. Gosh. I just want to bitch about her. I bitch about her in my head almost every day. Have been for the past two weeks. I do it at work, I do it when I'm alone, I do it when I'm at the house. I do it when I'm supposed be enjoying a moment. I show this women lighting in a bottle. Still, she continues to do the same thing over and over again. I try my best to not write narratives in my head about her. I try my best to not think about giving up on her. I try my best to remain a friend and not an asshole. But it's October 21st. She said her life would be back together way back in November of 2024. You cannot argue with that. It's just a fucking elephant in the room that I rarely address just for the sake of me keeping my mouth shut about her and acting like everything is okay. And I have to be honest. I feel like I'm left with a mess of a women. Like I was given a mess of a women such as Vicky. The most recent women I have dated were nothing but messes. I feel like ever since I met Rose, I have gotten nothing but messes of women. It's how I started to feel a few days back. I hate to feel this way but when your friend told you things would be better soon back in 2024, it makes you infuriated on the inside.

The overall culture around my father and co-workers has been heavy. Empty. Dooming. Dark. I feel like everyone are dogs chasing their own tails. That they have no fuel to treat themselves to peace. When gifts are received, guilt wants to boil over. This is why I have so much confidence that I tell myself I'm a God, that I tell people that I'm a God. Meanwhile the vats majority of people in my life are just going in circles with nowhere to go. My financial situation isn't grand. But I'm not broke. Sure I went too crazy on spending this year. But most of everything I appreciate. But to have vacation pushed to the side is just garbage. I ask my father earlier today and he just snickered like it was some joke. It makes me wish that this women he's speaking with, whoever the fuck she is ghost him. So he realizes that getting into this relationship is something even a blind man would avoid. I understand how he feels about the marriage but money shouldn't change him. To put in perspective my philosophy. I was shown a $375,000 check. Yes. That this women gave my father to keep safe for her. When he showed me I kind of just shrugged it off. That amount is something neither of us can understand because we don't even make 1/4 of that a year. Still though, it's just money. The true happiness is a getaway. But no, I practically get laughed at today for suggesting it.

Onion Farms has been my stay since 2023. Ken is tired and occupied. However, going back to the old ways of running the site couldn't have been any better for it. I have documented wins. But I have also documented losses. Way more than I needed to. I want that to change. I want people to see winning. So when they feel the way I do because of the order of events in their lives, they can see a man with losses but more than that, winnings. I want the people that care and wish the best for me to see the best happen. As much as I am a clown on the forum, I also want to be a beacon of hope. Tranquility have been my stage for them to witness. For sure everything may be reread. Shit I said will be brought up. But for those that just want to care for me, will see the greatness in me. I tried this for Rose countless times but it seems like it's not working. Her thread has reached 500,000. I guess she just doesn't give a shit. It's a shame. I really is. I think she lied to me about people getting rid of her. I think it's because they were in the same shoes as I am. I guess some people are just not worth helping because they refuse the help themselves. I really.... really hate to say this about how I feel, but come on guys. I've tried everything.

I hope the next female I meet isn't a mess. Even if she is, she's an angel that resonates with me. Not a fucking ordinary girl. But one that wants to be my team mate. Someone I can trust with my life. Who, even if they have mental problems, they are all about perseverance. I know I say I want a girl to bully, really I want a girl who gets me over that. It's okay if she's a rainy cloud. But her soul is lighting that powers the parts inside my strength. Today I have just been emotional because I have been thinking hard about such a thing. Her and her wonderful ways for me. Not this dormant bullshit. I feel like a hamster on a wheel. I know TimBoulder wants to see me in a healthy relationship. He has said it himself. Because Max betrayed me. He never allowed me to have a healthy relationship. Every women I would get, he would get me to scare away. Sure Rose helped me out of being brainwashed by Max, but Rose has to understand. I left his side to join hers. Not just that, I decided her being talked into suicide wasn't right. I went out on a limb for this women. Even when I knew it would hurt me, even when I knew it made a 0% of me getting back my youtube career (even though I knew max would never helped me but at the time I was still convinced I had another chance waiting for me), I still took my torch and carried it to the other side for Rose and she... I feel like she will never have redemption. Sorry... but again. It's how I feel. But with that team mate I have just mentioned, even if she is in a Rose situation; she fights like hell for me. And not just some friend. A girl friend. My girl friend. Someone that makes me feel so fucking special. Someone I can cry to. I have no one to cry to who can comfort me with their feminine energy. All I have is porn and my hand. That's all I fucking have.

So take as you will with this. I will remain positive. Even in wintery nights, bond fires that burn can warm the smallest of things.
 
oh no never mind, you're some redneck

go on, tell us about how you fuck the neighbors dog
 
you see ladies and gentlemen, this sort of funny stuff is supposed to happen to a guy like me. getting called every name in the book but here's what's special

I love it! It arouses me. It makes me sweat and shake because of that arousal. But they come and go like Vicky. She called me a cuck then ran away. Awwwwww!

Oh well this retard will probably go back to his white trash doings. After all the internet wasn't built for white trash.
 
You should give it a try. Embrace your illness. Fuck normality. Live within the confines of fantasy where it's colorful but also dark and fucked up.
 
I say this to myself. I roll in my sickness like it's mud. I'm a pig.
Why? Do you think women find this attractive? That you post like this to the internet like a diary like some sort of effeminate Patrick Bateman wannabe faggot? It's shit like this that gave Vicky the icky and ultimately led to your falling out. You blame her but most of this ultimately on you. Your inability to hold yourself accountable for your own faults. How old are you? Her age? Older? Younger? It's not too late to work on yourself and stop being such a useless faggot.
 
Eh. why care?

I've lived a million lives already. I live inside my head. None of anything around me even matters. It's like I'm stuck in some cyber loop. I talk in circles. I hear my own voices that turn into unfamiliar voices. Not a schizo but I am so obsessed with my imaginary world that I'm obsessed with myself, then when that happens there is no escaping it.
 
To me this is healthy. To me I get to see the other side. But again why should you care? Shits falling all around us

hahahahahaha
 

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