I hate just being. I drive myself insane, yet I am rotmaxxing. Damned in this loop, but I know I can get out. I know I can get out I know I can get the fuck out.
Everyone is telling me I am funny, and fucking crazy and would make a great entertainer. Not to say I would do such, because while I love the concept of being an influencer, to me, I feel as if there is little actual substance. Or at least that's the voice that wants me to pursue anything that would make me suffer and give me the skills necessary to conquer. Though, albeit... Influencer.... Lots of fans, make waves. Inspire. Get money to learn skills on MY TIME.
but IDK I don't think I could make it, I am too crazy, I would just end up a LOLCOW but I mean, I guess there is Money in that but I don't care about money. I think I will just go get blown up by a drone at this point. If I survive, then I will strive to be a Warlord, and maybe carve out my own slice of land and people :DDDDDD
I just hope in America's Cuh- Cuh- Cuh- Cuh- Case that ACP that I oh so want to have faith in, will succeed otherwise it's the dark age and if I don't die like a complete fucktard which is likely to happen, oh boy we're in for an absurdist nightmare realm of nazi mutants skewered on stakes like Vlad the Not so tame Impala. and retarded fat dead pedophile skin rugs.