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What am i supposed to do now… by KLASHINOV MORE MEMES

what am i supposed to do: Feels thread? Be me Loser No friends, no family Work shitty job, poorfag >Live alone in shitty studio apartment sWell, not totally alone Have stray cat I took in this summer Named him Henry -Don't know why, just looked like a Henry Very nice and chill little dude >Not much of a cat person, but love the little bastard Xmas season, depressing for me >No one to spend it with Screw it, this year I'm going to try to get into the spirit of the season Buy cheap little tree Wrap up some cat toys and treats for Henry >Put under tree -Totally crazy cat-lady territory, I know Screw it, gonna have a fun Christmas with my little pal Past week Henry has been under the weather >All lethargic and not eating >Take to vet. Vet starts talking about feline cancer >Oh man >Deep breath >"Okay, so what do we do? I mean, is there like cat chemotherapy and stuff? Vet tells me no, at this stage, euthanasia is recommended Ask if it has to be today? Can I take him home and spend the weekend with him? >They say that's okay Get home We open open up the presents His favorite treats, can only eat a couple of them, usually goes apeshit for them >He looks at the toys, but doesn't play, too tired I guess Most of the time, I just hold and pet him > Today, back at the vet >Cannot stop crying >I hold him while it happens -He licks my hand and nuzzles it STakes me 2 hours to calm down enough to finally drive home Shitty little apartment seems so big and empty now Finally got out of bed now Henry was the only friend I had in the world. What am I supposed to do now? Hello darkness my old friend
 what am i supposed to do: Feels thread?
 Be me
 Loser
 No friends, no family
 Work shitty job, poorfag
 >Live alone in shitty studio
 apartment
 sWell, not totally alone
 Have stray cat I took in this summer
 Named him Henry
 -Don't know why, just looked like a Henry
 Very nice and chill little dude
 >Not much of a cat person, but love the little
 bastard
 Xmas season, depressing for me
 >No one to spend it with
 Screw it, this year I'm going to try to get into the
 spirit of the season
 Buy cheap little tree
 Wrap up some cat toys and treats for Henry
 >Put under tree
 -Totally crazy cat-lady territory, I know
 Screw it, gonna have a fun Christmas with my
 little pal
 Past week Henry has been under the weather
 >All lethargic and not eating
 >Take to vet.
 Vet starts talking about feline cancer
 >Oh man
 >Deep breath
 >"Okay, so what do we do? I mean, is there like cat
 chemotherapy and stuff?
 Vet tells me no, at this stage, euthanasia is
 recommended
 Ask if it has to be today? Can I take him home
 and spend the weekend with him?
 >They say that's okay
 Get home
 We open open up the presents
 His favorite treats, can only eat a couple of them,
 usually goes apeshit for them
 >He looks at the toys, but doesn't play, too tired I
 guess
 Most of the time, I just hold and pet him
 > Today, back at the vet
 >Cannot stop crying
 >I hold him while it happens
 -He licks my hand and nuzzles it
 STakes me 2 hours to calm down enough to finally
 drive home
 Shitty little apartment seems so big and empty
 now
 Finally got out of bed now
 Henry was the only friend I had in the world. What
 am I supposed to do now?
Hello darkness my old friend

Hello darkness my old friend

what am i supposed to do: i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yal do it??? I have Arguments and 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?7 do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?2? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass d be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All i mean i guess it's possible the way american houses are built but it's still a bit far fetched mo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an urbanizacion it was like Imao you can't sneak out in a house like that. first of all our windows are miami style of whatever, second of all there's only 1 functioning door (technically our house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on both sides so it was never used but in any case both were on the same side of the house), and the house is so small like you would hear someone opening and closing it, plus you just know at least 1 person on your street would be up and would spill that piping hot tea to your parents the next day so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that's always creaking and "settling" which, good news: is perfect for sneaking out because there's always weird noises anyway we're in the middle of the woods and there's always creepy fucking noises but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends? and I do literally mean through the woods, our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart enough to grab a flashlight, but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time and she was high as fuuuuuuuck so she's creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever then she steps on a frog because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our property isn't fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesn't know what the fuck just happened AT ALL I wake up to a series of frantic text messages dont tell momd and dad also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom's sewing needle because she "got restless and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em and get on top) so waking up to an "I just murdered text from her was actually kind of inevitable. siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've never seen that person before, and that night,I decided I was ride or die so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at east I'm smart enough to take a flashlight. sister had already texted me she was "onthe driveways" but again, that's a quarter mile finally I arrive at the scene of the crime sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaler Jabba the Hut she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart obviously a frog, a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn't even a fucking body just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not dead! still very much alive and full of peel! so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my also, I totally held my sister's hand with my Piss Hand as I led her back home because she 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep the journey came home Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder
 what am i supposed to do: i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual
 this is just so unrealistic to me like what the
 fuck how do yal do it??? I have Arguments and
 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a
 building??? do i just wait for the elevator?7 do i
 take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot
 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this
 shit without waking anyone up?2? this is So
 Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my
 mom will come into my room and see if my ass
 is okay and then complain that i woke her up
 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS
 REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO
 YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE
 4. if my mom found out that id been going
 places in the middle of the night u bet your ass
 d be dead the next day
 5. i dont believe in this concept At All
 i mean i guess it's possible the way american
 houses are built but it's still a bit far fetched
 mo but yea growing up in Puerto Rico in an
 urbanizacion it was like Imao you can't sneak
 out in a house like that. first of all our windows
 are miami style of whatever, second of all
 there's only 1 functioning door (technically our
 house had 2 but 1 of them had potted plants on
 both sides so it was never used but in any case
 both were on the same side of the house), and
 the house is so small like you would hear
 someone opening and closing it, plus you just
 know at least 1 person on your street would be
 up and would spill that piping hot tea to your
 parents the next day
 so my sister snuck out of the house one night
 because we live in an old house in the country
 that's always creaking and "settling" which,
 good news: is perfect for sneaking out because
 there's always weird noises anyway
 we're in the middle of the woods and there's
 always creepy fucking noises
 but hey, what are white girls gonna do except
 sneak out at night and through the woods to go
 have sex with their boyfriends?
 and I do literally mean through the woods, our
 driveway is a quarter of a mile long through
 actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart
 enough to grab a flashlight, but she could sort
 of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at
 the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to
 except when she got dropped off, she had to
 make the trip back up the driveway, through
 the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever,
 at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White
 Girl Murdered time
 and she was high as fuuuuuuuck
 so she's creeping her way back up the
 driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall
 off the ground and get lost in the sky forever
 then she steps on a frog
 because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our
 property isn't fucking creepy enough already
 and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister
 stepped on a FROG and apparently it both
 squished and belched, and keep in mind that
 with no light whatsoever she doesn't know
 what the fuck just happened AT ALL
 I wake up to a series of frantic text messages
 dont tell momd and dad
 also, just for context, this is also the sister that
 pierced her own ears and gave herself a
 stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my mom's
 sewing needle because she "got restless and
 picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half
 a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds
 heavier AND WON
 (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em
 and get on top)
 so waking up to an "I just murdered
 text from her was actually kind of inevitable.
 siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've
 never seen that person before, and that night,I
 decided I was ride or die
 so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into
 the woods in the middle of the night, but at
 east I'm smart enough to take a flashlight.
 sister had already texted me she was "onthe
 driveways" but again, that's a quarter mile
 finally I arrive at the scene of the crime
 sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a
 frog: laying still beside her, looking like a
 slightly smaler Jabba the Hut
 she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart
 obviously a frog, a fucking BIG ASS frog, but
 still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed
 because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out
 too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in
 front of all the Forest Monsters on my way
 down here and there isn't even a fucking body
 just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a
 heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not
 dead! still very much alive and full of peel!
 so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my
 also, I totally held my sister's hand with my Piss
 Hand as I led her back home because she
 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep
 the journey came home
Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder

Sneaking out of the house with a side of frog murder

what am i supposed to do: starism i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual thing that teenagers Do starism this is just so unrealistic to me like what the fuck how do yall do it??? I have Arguments and Questions 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this shit without waking anyone up?? this is So Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my mom will come into my room and see if my ass is okay and then complain that i woke her up 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!! 4. if my mom found out that id been going places in the middle of the night u bet your ass id be dead the next day 5. i dont believe in this concept At All so my sister snuck out of the house one night because we live in an old house in the country that's always creaking and "settling" which, d news: is perfect for sneaking out because there's always weird noises anyway; bad news: we're in the middle of the woods and there's always creepy fucking noises but hey, what are white girls gonna do except sneak out at night and through the woods to go have sex with their boyfriends? cou and I do literally mean through the woods. our driveway is a quarter of a mile long through actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to be picked up except when she got dropped off, she had to make the trip back up the driveway, through the dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl Murdered time and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck so she's creeping her way back up the driveway, trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the ground and get lost in the sky forever. really then she steps on a frog because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our property isn't fucking creepy enough already and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped on a FROG and apparently it both squished and belched, and keep in mind that with no light whatsoever she doesnt know what the fuck just happened AT ALL I wake up to a series of frantic text messages hlp he lp HEL dont' tell momd and dad jsut murdered somtheing also, just for context, this is also the sister that pierced her own ears and gave herself a stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my moms sewing needle because she "got restless" and picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds heavier AND WON (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em on the ground and get on top) anyway so waking up to an "I just murdered something text from her was. actually kind of inevitable siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've never seen that person before, and that night, I decided I was ride or die so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into the woods in the middle of the night, but at least I'm smart enough to take a flashlight sister had already texted me she was "onthe driveways" but again that's a quarter mile journey finally I arrive at the scene of the crime sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a Mess frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly smaller Jabba the Hut she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart. obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed, because I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and dangled my sumptuous human body in front of all the Forest Monsters on my way down here and there isn't even a fucking body just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not deadl still very much alive and full of pee!! so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my hand, escaping into the night also, I totally held my sisters hand with my Piss Hand as Iled her back home because she mia7437 this was a goddamned journey 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep reasons to not sneak out of the house
 what am i supposed to do: starism
 i Still cant believe sneaking out is an Actual
 thing that teenagers Do
 starism
 this is just so unrealistic to me like what the
 fuck how do yall do it??? I have Arguments and
 Questions
 1. like what am i supposed to do if i live in a
 building??? do i just wait for the elevator?? do i
 take the stairs?? mind me there could be a Lot
 2. how THE FUCK do yall manage to do all this
 shit without waking anyone up?? this is So
 Fake!! if i so much as sneeze into my pillow my
 mom will come into my room and see if my ass
 is okay and then complain that i woke her up
 3. HOW THE FUCK DONT YOUR PARENTS
 REALIZE YALL ARE GONE?? AND HOW DO YOU
 MANAGE TO COME BACK?? WHAT THE FUCK!!
 4. if my mom found out that id been going
 places in the middle of the night u bet your ass
 id be dead the next day
 5. i dont believe in this concept At All
 so my sister snuck out of the house one night
 because we live in an old house in the country
 that's always creaking and "settling" which,
 d news: is perfect for sneaking out because
 there's always weird noises anyway; bad news:
 we're in the middle of the woods and there's
 always creepy fucking noises
 but hey, what are white girls gonna do except
 sneak out at night and through the woods to go
 have sex with their boyfriends?
 cou
 and I do literally mean through the woods. our
 driveway is a quarter of a mile long through
 actual wooded area, and she wasn't smart
 enough to grab a flashlight. but she could sort
 of see the headlights of her boyfriend's car at
 the very end so it wasn't so bad going down to
 be picked up
 except when she got dropped off, she had to
 make the trip back up the driveway, through the
 dark scary woods, with no light whatsoever, at
 like 3 am or some other Gonna Get White Girl
 Murdered time
 and she was high as fuuuuuuuuuuck
 so she's creeping her way back up the driveway,
 trying to move slow or else she'll fall off the
 ground and get lost in the sky forever. really
 then she steps on a frog
 because we also have a 3 acre "pond" like our
 property isn't fucking creepy enough already
 and my first-time-to-ever-be-high sister stepped
 on a FROG and apparently it both squished and
 belched, and keep in mind that with no light
 whatsoever she doesnt know what the fuck just
 happened AT ALL
 I wake up to a series of frantic text messages
 hlp he lp HEL
 dont' tell momd and dad
 jsut murdered somtheing
 also, just for context, this is also the sister that
 pierced her own ears and gave herself a
 stick'n'poke tattoo with a lighter and my moms
 sewing needle because she "got restless" and
 picked a fight with a girl two grades above, half
 a foot taller, and probably a hundred pounds
 heavier AND WON
 (it doesn't matter if you're smol if you get 'em
 on the ground and get on top)
 anyway
 so waking up to an "I just murdered something
 text from her was. actually kind of inevitable
 siblings are either ride or die or no officer I've
 never seen that person before, and that night, I
 decided I was ride or die
 so then I take MY dumb white girl ass out into
 the woods in the middle of the night, but at
 least I'm smart enough to take a flashlight
 sister had already texted me she was "onthe
 driveways" but again that's a quarter mile
 journey
 finally I arrive at the scene of the crime
 sister: sitting in the gravel, crying, makeup a
 Mess
 frog: laying still beside her, looking like a slightly
 smaller Jabba the Hut
 she points at the frog and sobs that it's a heart.
 obviously a frog. a fucking BIG ASS frog, but
 still. I'm relieved, but also super pissed, because
 I drug myself out of bed, snuck out too, and
 dangled my sumptuous human body in front of
 all the Forest Monsters on my way down here
 and there isn't even a fucking body
 just a frog, which I pick up to show her is not a
 heart, and turns out to only be stunned! not
 deadl still very much alive and full of pee!!
 so it pisses all over me and slimes out of my
 hand, escaping into the night
 also, I totally held my sisters hand with my Piss
 Hand as Iled her back home because she
 mia7437
 this was a goddamned journey
 6. why wouldn't you rather just sleep
reasons to not sneak out of the house

reasons to not sneak out of the house

what am i supposed to do: gnstagnan An exterior that is steely hoping not to be attacked. Harsh outward shows of violent react, to society. These nations & beliefs that were created by ancestors we didn't endorse, we take vacations from griefs devastated by reality of course. You can be your own best friend or your own worst enemy, but don't just pretend like you are okay to yourself so that you can cope, it's ok to be sad, alone, you can't lie to you. We are all in the same mess, this is why it's ok to say you are not ok, to me anyway. Because I have been there, sitting on the edge of a bed wishing I could cry, but I spent so many years numbing myself from the reality that is the hate, anger & confusion of unanswered questions never addressed. What am I supposed to do apart from be, I have to be seen to be strong, I have to be a man. I gotta be able to fight, women should chase me down, other men should respect me because of material objects that validate my existence justified by the laws of success, created by unhappy men. Those men who murder... I was trained to murder by the British army, for political interests of sick human beings. Now I am training myself to love myself unapologetically, so I can be a trained lover & be free to express myself without care of the judgement of insecure males, who forget that they are half female & are emotional beings. Brothers it's ok to be emotional... Not just emotional about football & money but about other beings, they matter. To be honest is to be free, you aren't a robot, it's not cool to fit into a society that is unhappy & repressive... self destructive, created by those who were in the same mess & didn't have a clue. It's ok to share how you feel, you can do it publicly or to yourself, because who are we really trying to impress, when we profess that success is some corporations material interests, but won't confess that this mess we ingest leaves us depressed, you'll regress until you undress the congress of compressed emotions buried and repressed by you & the collective oppressed, that shout "I'm blessed" but really they are just hiding from their own neglect. We are all the same, it's ok to say I'm not ok, well to me anyway... chakabars
 what am i supposed to do: gnstagnan
An exterior that is steely hoping not to be attacked. Harsh outward shows of violent react, to society. These nations & beliefs that were created by ancestors we didn't endorse, we take vacations from griefs devastated by reality of course. You can be your own best friend or your own worst enemy, but don't just pretend like you are okay to yourself so that you can cope, it's ok to be sad, alone, you can't lie to you. We are all in the same mess, this is why it's ok to say you are not ok, to me anyway. Because I have been there, sitting on the edge of a bed wishing I could cry, but I spent so many years numbing myself from the reality that is the hate, anger & confusion of unanswered questions never addressed. What am I supposed to do apart from be, I have to be seen to be strong, I have to be a man. I gotta be able to fight, women should chase me down, other men should respect me because of material objects that validate my existence justified by the laws of success, created by unhappy men. Those men who murder... I was trained to murder by the British army, for political interests of sick human beings. Now I am training myself to love myself unapologetically, so I can be a trained lover & be free to express myself without care of the judgement of insecure males, who forget that they are half female & are emotional beings. Brothers it's ok to be emotional... Not just emotional about football & money but about other beings, they matter. To be honest is to be free, you aren't a robot, it's not cool to fit into a society that is unhappy & repressive... self destructive, created by those who were in the same mess & didn't have a clue. It's ok to share how you feel, you can do it publicly or to yourself, because who are we really trying to impress, when we profess that success is some corporations material interests, but won't confess that this mess we ingest leaves us depressed, you'll regress until you undress the congress of compressed emotions buried and repressed by you & the collective oppressed, that shout "I'm blessed" but really they are just hiding from their own neglect. We are all the same, it's ok to say I'm not ok, well to me anyway... chakabars

An exterior that is steely hoping not to be attacked. Harsh outward shows of violent react, to society. These nations & beliefs that were...