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Noah Sanchez7 said:Get lost, all of you!

You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.

Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.

All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table.
So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?

Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.

Credit to the exceptions, though.

That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery.
And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.

One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.

I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.

Keith Lee2 said:People trying to go it alone in their differences? They aren't getting anywhere—just too weak on their own.
Your desperate cry for help is basically just looking for someone else who feels the same way.
It’s only when you actually band together as a group that you have any real power to make an impact.
Look at the LGBTQ+ community, for example.
They’re incredibly successful because they use that collective strength to push their identity.
If you can't find people like yourself, you're pretty much stuck being rejected or forced to assimilate.
Assimilation is a brutal process—honestly, people end up using all sorts of substances just to cope with it.
Then you've got those specialists who facilitate that assimilation, the ones everyone seems to distrust—psychiatrists.
I totally get where you're coming from, but I can't really help you out here.

Taylor Hall2 said:I don't have those issues. I'm just crazy.
Why are you generalizing?

amberranger8 said:In my opinion, you need to grow up and accept the world for what it actually is instead of trying to idealize it. And age doesn't matter here; the simple fact that you're using drugs tells me everything I need to know about your emotional maturity.
However, the fact that you even started this conversation suggests that maybe, just maybe, you still want something out of life. That’s why I’d suggest making an appointment with a psychiatrist. Don't hold a prejudice against them, just like society holds a prejudice against you.

Noah Sanchez7 said:I don't have any prejudice against psychiatrists; I just don't want to change. I refuse to be "normal"—that sounds terrifying to me.
And why does everyone have such a bias against users? Most of us are actually decent, sensitive people who just struggle to handle everyday pressure, which is why we turn to substances. We're nowhere near as dangerous as the local alcoholics.
Besides, drugs are basically just what a vet would prescribe to a dog...

amberranger8 said:Look, I don't have a prejudice against you personally. It's just that I can't stand watching someone destroy themselves simply because the world doesn't live up to their expectations. Don't get me wrong—I'm not a fan of capitalism either, nor do I particularly enjoy modern society, but I don't resort to drugs to cope; I just choose to distance myself from that mindset.
If living in today's world is truly that unbearable for you, you always have the option to move out to a quiet farmhouse in the Midwest and live by your own rules. Get some animals, start a garden with fruit and veggies, and just enjoy the peace! Best of luck to you.
And maybe find yourself a nice partner to share it all with.😉

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.

amberranger8 said:Look, I don't have a prejudice against you personally. It's just that I can't stand watching someone destroy themselves simply because the world doesn't live up to their expectations. Don't get me wrong—I'm not a fan of capitalism either, nor do I particularly enjoy modern society, but I don't resort to drugs to cope; I just choose to distance myself from that mindset.
If living in today's world is truly that unbearable for you, you always have the option to move out to a quiet farmhouse in the Midwest and live by your own rules. Get some animals, start a garden with fruit and veggies, and just enjoy the peace! Best of luck to you.
And maybe find yourself a nice partner to share it all with.😉

Do I have the right to plan my own funeral?

If I do, I want two DJs spinning vinyl, some seriously high-end sound equipment—maybe even a strobe light for the funeral procession—and we’re partying until sunrise! I might even hire a guy to hang out out front with the "supplies"... (I'd recommend some high-grade stuff).
It would be a hell of a send-off..
Everyone's invited..

Oh, and entry is free...

I know how to love, just not in the way people do these days.

I don't really like this world. I mean, the planet is beautiful, but society...

Thomas Martinez282 said:👍

Honestly? I think that would solve all his problems.

Carl Thompson4 said:I was just about to say the same thing😘 ...just fall in love, if you can manage it, and then you'll see how sweet life actually is😍 forget the drugs. It feels stupid even commenting on this, really... just a pathetic loser. So what? That's a choice. The world is huge, but you've got such a narrow view of it... travel. Go see starving kids in Africa; maybe that'll spark some actual empathy for people. People are imperfect—they always have been and always will be. The end, my friend...😉 you're only human... someone clearly needs attention... a lot!😁

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.

Noah Sanchez7 said:You all make valid points.

Love you guys, 😘

I’ll find a girlfriend and live a straight life. I'll finish school, get a job, and eventually take out a loan to buy a damn good big-screen TV and a car. Maybe even grab a plane ticket to Africa, though I've been there before.

Noah Sanchez7 said:True. But is that really being a loser?

electricjackal14 said:Johnny, take it easy.

placidranger said:Fight Club?

Who actually cares about what you hate or despise? I don't get why you haven't just accepted it yet and started living your life. Yeah, people are selfish, we lie, we're hypocrites, and we judge everyone else while looking out for ourselves... so what? What's actually stopping you from moving forward?

Noah Sanchez7 said:I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality.
Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying.
I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos.
And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims.
You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog.
You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid.
All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat.
What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago.
Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you.
It reminds me of people going to the gym...
Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that?
Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed?
Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.

Honor to the exceptions.

I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.

Take care.