I think my roommate (and we’re actual roommates now, we’ve been splitting a motel room for close to a month) just crapped himself in his sleep.

Cocaine is probably the only drug I’m straight-edge about. I had to watch the absolute love of my life become addicted to crack. It sucks.

Growing up, my mother was always very skinny while my father was heavy-set: so I came to associate being thin with femininity. I’ve been underweight literally as long as I can remember. I was obsessed with dieting in fucking elementary school. My father would say shit like “he’s starting to eat like a man now,” and so refusing to eat became my first rebellion against my assigned gender.

I’ve never had a full on eating disorder though. Maybe, idk.

Reddit lib brainworms RE: Russia/Putin makes me want to punch a wall.

Joining.

And Twitter is absolutely inundated with bot accounts, all “verified,” all spewing right-wing bullshit.

My absolute favorite is the one where the guy says something like “By Allah I will plant a tree” and something about waiting for it to grow so he can hang himself from it.

Also nice username.

In an apparent reference to those attacks, Bartkus’s manifesto stated “I think we need a war against pro-lifers.”

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That sounds really cool.

I loved The Strain.

Yeah I definitely don’t want to buy a poorly-made lithium battery. That could lead to death. Very painful death.

Holy fucking balls, it’s already 10:30 AM.

Also I want to say something about the criticism, if you can call it that, I’m receiving down-thread:

Nobody brought their concerns up, either publicly, when I directly asked the community if everything was OK, nor privately, over DM. And then you don’t @ me, so that I can just continue being blissfully unaware of why it seems like everyone hates me.

What’s really cool about this, too, is when someone makes some balls to the wall dumb statement, like accusing me of having bought two cars or that I had my car impounded after I harassed the neighbors (where the fuck did the last one even come from?), I have no opportunity to try to set the record straight. And then it just spreads like a game of telephone.

- users can post 3 times a week, asks no more than 100$ each post

I don’t like the idea of setting a limit on dollar amount. That would be a huge setback for users who are asking for help with things like rent, bills, and losing your house to an IDF terror attack.

As for limiting # of posts per week, I think the problem of visibility on that comm needs to be looked at: even before I ruined it for everyone, I noticed that donations would dry up the moment my post got too old and stopped being “hot,” even with a lot of bumps.

I’ll address the other stuff after I take a nap.

That’s pretty fucking mean, and wrong.

There’s nothing wrong with buying Taco Bell and “random bullshit.” I don’t think this attitude, expressed many times over in this thread, that homeless people have to live the most spartan existence in order to deserve help has any place here.

I was totally expecting you to double down and insist that I’m lying, etc., because that’s what I’ve come to expect in arguments like this one. Thank you.

To be clear, I never intended to scam anyone or anything like that. When I asked for money for a new battery for my car, or whatever, I wasn’t lying. I never intentionally misrepresented my needs. I’m just fucking stupid. I would ask for money for some particular thing, and then instead of holding onto it and being responsible, oops!, I’d go buy something stupid, and no, I don’t mean drugs (I need to clarify something about this, down-comment 👇).

I did not spend all or even most of that $4,000 on drugs.

I am a drug addict. So I do sometimes spend some of the money I’m sent on drugs. Some, but never all. I am not the stereotype you probably have in your head: drugs are not the most important thing to me. When I asked for money for a particular thing, that particular thing is what comes first. When I ask for money for gas for my car I NEED GAS FOR MY CAR.

If you don’t believe me, whatever. You believe what you want to believe.