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Originally Posted by ladyislingering
confession dump.
- Today I called a coworker at their register to emotionally batter them about their pathetic grip on vocabulary because he continually uses the word "convenience" when the word is "courtesy" when paging for a manager. He has no idea it was me.
- I keep a sizable collection of letters and cards sent to me since around 2007. I have no reason to hold on to many of those things (there are also tiny mementos of days passed with people I no longer care about) other than the comfort of knowing that I must have been interesting and charming enough to have so many people so smitten for me.
- I once felt that my hands were one of my best features but now I'm irrevocably self conscious due to the scars left from eczema.
- It amuses me to take long detours while placing product at work when a frightfully large person is in the way of my intended route.
- I don't think I'll ever be able to fully relate to another human being because of how displaced my soul is in this world. I don't think there will ever come a day when the time of my existence doesn't bother me. I expect to be filled with intrusive thoughts driving my discomfort of life in the 21st century for the rest of my life, and I'm becoming less bitter about it.
- I believe that most people are emotionally void, mentally vacant, and morally bankrupt. Sometimes I feel guilty for how much people irritate and disgust me, but I'm certain that my feelings are practical and realistic.
- I could probably live my entire life completely shitfaced, 24/7. I never feel better than I do when I'm drunk, or at least partially buzzed.
- I could literally spend days just touching/holding/kissing my significant other. Days. Nothing compares to the supreme privilege of his affection.
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you sound sheltered as **** to me.