Totally.

TIL that I am a group of iguanas.

Your big words scare anti-vaxxers.

History is littered with bones of empires who thought themselves eternal.

What’s wrong with me? Everything.

Thank you. I am trying to hold on, even when I don’t really want to.

My self- esteem is low, but not because I am ugly. More because I feel like I have no purpose as I keep failing to get a job.

naah. Me ugly AF for any gender.

Noooooooo. Damn you bureaucracy.

Me: Send me to hell, then.

I survived today and for what? Tomorrow? Fuck this shit man.

No one needs to have my BPD genes.

Just long enough for a potential world war.

It is going to get a lot worse, unfortunately.

First of all, she is a emotional support natural intelligence robot.

Mission Abort. I repeat, mission abort.

Launch all the nuclear weapons to space and cause an explosion to create a mini sun. Use the powers I gain from it to become a god. /s

that is because lion does not work in corporate.

Fuck off Fanon.

John Marston before RDR was a terrible person and he was trying run away from his past. He was, eventually, forced to confront his past, specifically to save his family. Of course, he was killed regardless. Despite wanting to redeem himself and living peacefully with his family, he met a violent end. Almost as if the world saying that there is no redemption for him. This story really made me appreciate stories in general and flawed protagonists like John Marston. Perhaps, the story taught me how pointless ‘regret’ is. John had very little control over his life and his death. He couldn’t change his past, nor control his future, which hurt me really deeply. But this is true for everyone of us. And I have learnt not to regret the past. “World might not forgive you for your past mistakes, but you still can forgive yourself.” is my goto mantra.