How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

I'm tired of listening to my coworkers go on and on about politics unprompted, and how much they hate Drumpf, and how Stephen Colbert is a national hero, and whatever other aging libtard verbal diarrhea of the day. You're all so old and gay and vapid, shut the fuck up. I just want to work and go home, dammit.
Simi like coming probem cross so many line people adicked to leadership as ideal love or bateshuond more shit for them safes pull fucking bastion tea party on every leadership burn out niggger shits problem stacks… heat talking more….
 
Simi like coming probem cross so many line people adicked to leadership as ideal love or bateshuond more shit for them safes pull fucking bastion tea party on every leadership burn out niggger shits problem stacks… heat talking more….
I have no idea what you're saying but I think I agree.
 
I’m doing ok, but I’m treading water. My parents are planning to sell their acreage and move to the city maybe next year or so, and they’re planning to get a place off the artificial lake that people sail boats on. I’m tempted to suggest that I rent a room from them and help with the bills a little as the math works out and they might seriously consider it, but that would basically set me up to committing to be their caretaker for the rest of their lives.

On the other hand I’d have near-beachfront property to myself whenever they’re away.

I feel like the whole move to “kick the kids out of the nest young” has been destructive to society and I get along fine with my parents, but the entire thing is somewhat complicated
 
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Update for those wondering:
I am sheltered for the time being. Not for very long but I am okay.

I took my time coming. I had a nice drive up here. The air became colder hissing by my window and that summer breeze felt so nice on my face as I left my old land and a new world actively unfolded around me.

I landed in town and it couldn't have been warmer than 65° outside. Walked around a district and visited some hipster bars before meeting my brother . Talked about different music genres and ate fast food on the back of his truck at midnight. His music taste is even more pretentious and gay than mine is. I'm proud of him.

Woke up this morning to a cold Soviet gray dog outside. Grabbed some Ozium to spray around after having smoked some Black and Milds on the way last night, because fuck you I'm smoking in the car.

Drove the rental car in, dropped it off. Rode my bike around town looking for a way to get cash back for a while so I could have fare for the bus after having used my one dollar on the first ticket.


Parents are getting old. Aging fast. Things aren't going great for them. Won't go into the details but seeing if last night filled me with an existential dread and a deep sadness that's almost unequaled.
Doesn't excuse any of their actions. And I'm not blaming myself for everything, but I still felt a deep guilt that I wasn't further in life, that I had spent so much time mucking about that I wasn't in a stable place where I could make sure they were okay. Thought of conversations I could have handled better, but if we're being realistic... No, those all went how they did, I did the best with what I was given, despite how nice it would be to claim in hindsight that I could have done things better.
Don't know if there really is an honest answer to any of this, other than it lit a fire under my ass that I wasn't going to have my life end up like that. Still filled with an overwhelming sorrow. Sometimes I'm somehow narrow minded and selfish that I think everyone's doing great and is sailing just fine. There was a time in my life where I wanted some justice, some equalization of things for these people. But now... I just feel so fucking bad for them and just want still somehow to make them happy, knowing that that's not what I realistically should do for myself or them.
I just want them to be proud of me and happy.

The one thing I've kept having is why didn't I do this sooner? Money is not great, so that's going to suck pretty soon. Really could have handled my finances any other way than I did and would be alright by now. I don't even have a habit, so what was my excuse? Still though... Yeah.

It's so beautiful. People are so sweet and kind here. And I'm not even staying long term. To think there's places dozens of times bigger than where I came from just like this. With sights and sounds and feelings you could only pray for when you're in a small tucked in place. There's people who are loving and wonderful.

Honestly thinking about the next move. As much as I'd want to be Caine from Kung Fu or do the Bruce Banner backpack walk, seeing the homeless around here makes me understand most of the time you're just not that. Still would like to do that. But also just getting out of my town got me realizing I don't have to make so many decisions as a reaction to get away from stuff. I have a clarity where I can be someplace to get a solid enough foundation to really actually do something with some level headedness. Not saying I want to be a bum with guard rails. But I'm saying I don't have to run away from things so much. I can see the world and still not be retarded. I feel like for the first time I'm actually running towards something rather than away from everything.

I don't want to be some dude doing H while sleeping in a dumpster, but also I don't really feel like I could be a regular average well to do citizen with a fat mortgage like everyone else. And that's okay! The great thing about life is you can make your own recipes.

So yeah. This is one of those things I thought at one point I'd never do. But now I'm here. Been talking about this on here for what... 3 years now?
Been thinking about it much longer. Wait I've been on here with you niggers how long? Wow time flies.
But also... Here I am. Who cares how long it takes if and when you get there?
That's the beautiful thing about life. You spend so much time thinking of things that you'll get somewhere, someday that you think will have this big fanfare and be like in the movies. You wonder sometimes if you deserve those things, if you can get them. You plan them, hold onto them. And then suddenly, hey there you are.
Said it many times over the years but truthfully and completely with everything in me...
Thank you all who have supported me over the years. The advice, the feedback, the find words, the hope, the faith. Some of you I truly wish I had the honor of thanking in person. You have made me such a better, more rounded, stronger person than I was before.
So thank you all.

I'm here.
 
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Welp, I am fired. Should've sucked ass, but nope, fuck those people, even if I die starving on the street when my rainy day fund is kill. I love how they said some good-old "threat people like you would threat yourself". Almost had me replying "welp, try it then, unless all you do is screaming and blaming yourself". I wasn't the best employee, but they were the shittiest bosses I've ever had, that's for sure.

At least, I can have some peace before I start job surfing.
Hope you get a better job! I have an interesting job right now. If I get fired from the job, leaks ahoy! I still have my training sheets and my booklets.
 
and might have been cheating on me with them.
HE CAN'T HOLD IT IN HIS PANTS!
HE WAS CUCKED BY WOMEN!!
HIS DICK IS ROTTEN!!!
WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH BUDDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Update for those wondering:
I am looney bin'd for the time being. Not for very long but I am okay. <-(cope)

I took my time coming. Ended up making out with some random older man Judas I met on the side of the Bumville asylum after taking it in the ass for two minutes halfway through. I had a nice dick up here. The air became colder hissing by my crack and that summer breeze felt so nice on my cheeks as I left my old land and a new world actively unfolded around me. <-If only he knew he'd be repeatedly 'aped by Ni[REDACTED] [REDACTED] times before getting his [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

I landed in town and it couldn't have been warmer than 65° outside. Walked around a district and visited some sissy bars before meeting coming on my brother . Talked about different snuff genres and ate out his back at midnight. His music taste is even more pretentious and gay than mine is. I'm proud of him. <- nigga synthesis

Woke up this morning to a cold Soviet gray dong outside. Grabbed it's [REDACTED] to spray around my face after having smoked some Black children into niggeroni on the way last night, because fuck you.

Drove the rental car <-(HE'S POOR!) in, dropped a fat one off the side of the road (good luck to whatever bastard has to scrape my creamy logs off the pavement). Got passed around in town looking for a way to get cash back for a while so I could have fare for the bus after having used my one dollar on the first ticket.

Met a really cute tiny girl <-(uh oh) crossing the crosswalk, shot my shot and asked if I could give her my vile AIDS. She seemed happy about it. Talked for a bit. She's really into designing clothing and collecting buttons, as she is a gnome from the forest. Told her I'd love to be coming on one of her designs sometimes. Finished off the interaction by trapping her inside a bubble of boogers. <-(I look like this and I say this)
Still haven't gotten a message from her. <-(maybe she's too tiny to use a human cellphone you fucking retard. Or maybe she's still stuck inside those boogers. Geez I sure hope crows don't come along to bite off little pieces of her one at a time) This has made me significantly sadder than other times it's happened. She seemed really sweet and was making conversation, I hope she wasn't just being agreeable. I wouldn't even mind just knowing her in a platonic way. Oh well.

Parents are getting old. Lol, lmao.

The one thing I've kept having is why didn't I do this sooner? Money is not great, so I'm going to have to suck hard pretty soon. Really could have handled my penis any other way than I did and would be alright by now. I don't even have a habit, so what was my excuse? Still though... Yeah.

It's so beautiful. People are so sweet and kind here, in the asylum. And I'm not even staying long term. <-(you think, bish!) To think: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Been thinking about it much longer: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Wow time flies when you are a faggot.
But also... Here I am. Who cares how long it takes if and when you get there? <-(that's shit everyone cares about though)
That's the beautiful thing about life:


...
Said it many times over the years but truthfully and completely with everything in me...
Thank you all who have supported me over the years. The advice, the feedback, the find words, the hope, the faith. Some of you I truly wish I had the honor of thanking in person. You have made me such a better, more rounded, stronger person than I was before. <-(you are living in the streets doe)

Amhole.
Why would you say this?
 
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Update for those wondering:
I am looney bin'd for the time being. Not for very long but I am okay. <-(cope)

I took my time coming. Ended up making out with some random older man Judas I met on the side of the Bumville asylum after taking it in the ass for two minutes halfway through. I had a nice dick up here. The air became colder hissing by my crack and that summer breeze felt so nice on my cheeks as I left my old land and a new world actively unfolded around me. <-If only he knew he'd be repeatedly 'aped by Ni[REDACTED] [REDACTED] times before getting his [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

I landed in town and it couldn't have been warmer than 65° outside. Walked around a district and visited some sissy bars before meeting coming on my brother . Talked about different snuff genres and ate out his back at midnight. His music taste is even more pretentious and gay than mine is. I'm proud of him. <- nigga synthesis

Woke up this morning to a cold Soviet gray dong outside. Grabbed it's [REDACTED] to spray around my face after having smoked some Black children into niggeroni on the way last night, because fuck you.

Drove the rental car <-(HE'S POOR!) in, dropped a fat one off the side of the road (good luck to whatever bastard has to scrape my creamy logs off the pavement). Got passed around in town looking for a way to get cash back for a while so I could have fare for the bus after having used my one dollar on the first ticket.

Met a really cute tiny girl <-(uh oh) crossing the crosswalk, shot my shot and asked if I could give her my vile AIDS. She seemed happy about it. Talked for a bit. She's really into designing clothing and collecting buttons, as she is a gnome from the forest. Told her I'd love to be coming on one of her designs sometimes. Finished off the interaction by trapping her inside a bubble of boogers. <-(I look like this and I say this)
Still haven't gotten a message from her. <-(maybe she's too tiny to use a human cellphone you fucking retard. Or maybe she's still stuck inside those boogers. Geez I sure hope crows don't come along to bite off little pieces of her one at a time) This has made me significantly sadder than other times it's happened. She seemed really sweet and was making conversation, I hope she wasn't just being agreeable. I wouldn't even mind just knowing her in a platonic way. Oh well.

Parents are getting old. Lol, lmao.

The one thing I've kept having is why didn't I do this sooner? Money is not great, so I'm going to have to suck hard pretty soon. Really could have handled my penis any other way than I did and would be alright by now. I don't even have a habit, so what was my excuse? Still though... Yeah.

It's so beautiful. People are so sweet and kind here, in the asylum. And I'm not even staying long term. <-(you think, bish!) To think: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Been thinking about it much longer: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Wow time flies when you are a faggot.
But also... Here I am. Who cares how long it takes if and when you get there? <-(that's shit everyone cares about though)
That's the beautiful thing about life:


...
Said it many times over the years but truthfully and completely with everything in me...
Thank you all who have supported me over the years. The advice, the feedback, the find words, the hope, the faith. Some of you I truly wish I had the honor of thanking in person. You have made me such a better, more rounded, stronger person than I was before. <-(you are living in the streets doe)

Amhole.
 
Why would you say this?
Yeah some of my posts have been a little cringe and TMI but I think that's a bit much.
Not in the nuthouse. Visiting family before trying to do anything.
I'm actually doing okay. Scared obviously but happy. I know a lot of my mistakes are what led me here in the first place. Things might suck for a bit but I'm happy to see my brother and be away from a lot of stress for a second. Don't know what the next move is but I'm just hopeful for once, despite things seeming really dour. If that's cringe and lame I don't know what to tell you.
 
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Fellas never date a woman that says she's bisexual, or reads Yuri/Yaoi.
You dated a fujoshit knowingly? Sorry to victimblame, fella, but it's all on you.

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It's like when a woman decides to date a hentai-addicted yuricuck and then goes all Pikachu face when he starts sucking dick and crossdressing behind her back.

Any relationship is like a house. In such cases, the house foundation was build using rotten wood.
 
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