i love screenlife films, theyre so bad

the genre is rly cool, it just seems like a bunch of dweebs end up exploring it most of the time

Megan is Missing is such a blatantly and objectively bad film that I'm tempted to say it loops back around to being somewhat good in some ways - but I don't think I can.

It's one of those things where I could easily see myself arguing that the horrid acting, flat dialogue, tone discordance actually ultimately end up contributing to the impact of the film, but I don't think I could actually believe it.

If I think about it too hard I'm gonna convince myself it's good and I have to stop thinking before that happens. Any argument I try to lay out against it I'm gonna mind-fuck myself into thinking that actually it's 10k iq, so the best course of action is just to ignore it, move on, and let it die

i think its kinda endearing that a few of the ppl i consistently work w are having more comfy dynamics over time. theyre picking up on my habits, tendencies, and can pick up on my emotional state more easily. i dont mind being open and chill w ppl, and its nice to have the support/understanding

I don’t wanna upgrade my RAM bc my MB is DDR4, so I should get new MB. New MB prolly wont fit nice in current case bc it’s tight pre-build. CPU prolly not compatible w new MB, replace that too. Have to be careful about wattage w new parts, maybe new PSU… mmk nvm I’m not upgrading anything

I HAVE ENERGY

It’s funny bc today was objectively kinda shit but thog dont caare

dawg my customer is just reading out his personal credit card number on a call with 20 people for testing purposes 😭 poor guy is gonna get his identity stolen

Maybe I am missing something, but I just haven’t seen a good definition or explanation of the whole ‘internal monologue’ thing.

Right now I’m convinced it’s just a concept being described confusingly so some people say “oh I’m not familiar with that I must not have it” and then other people soying out in response

Sometimes I forget how massive the proportion of 16 year olds is in most online spaces

omgomg cute way to message so sad I didn’t notice T-T I think like and comment are nice and interesting :3 I will let you know if I change my mind or if I discover anything that makes me uncomfy <3 ~~~~~~~~

It’s so funny how 90% of current leftwt discourse is just failed reading comprehension of a single paragraph

Shout out to all my nudes hosted on discord’s servers that are just deep web links accessible to anyone Horny girls have terrible opsec

I’m being tossed under the bus and they don’t even understand what they’re talking about T-T

Amity Affliction - Weigh Down and similar tracks were what I liked listening to at the time. Let the Ocean Take Me and This Could Be Heartbreak I associate pretty vividly with inpatient. Was in my metalcore era or whteva

I wasn’t really paying attention but I wonder how much more lenient my teachers were on me during my 5 doctors visits a week ED phase lol

Did I do inpatient during the school year? It’s all a blur tbh

Oh yeah I definitely did bc I remember they gave us laptops do to school work at some points during the day. I was rly pissy bc a lot of the music I wanted to listen to was blocked by their network. Shocked they allowed us headphones at all tbh, but ig it was all very tightly monitored.

I remember the floor layout very well, really weirdly designed place. We weren’t allowed to move very much so that’s all I could really look at.

It was a pretty small place - the rooms were surprisingly large but we were almost never allowed in them except for sleeping.

Yellow door at the top was the sun room - lots of windows. We would do some activity stuff there and homework. Hallway with rooms is self explanatory. Most of the time was spent in the living room area (cyan). There was a tv and they played “soothing music” and it sucked lol.

Purple tables are still really hard to see represented, even in such a rudimentary way. The amount of anguish on display at every meal was just incredibly somber. No one was allowed to speak, so the only sounds you could hear were

the quiet sobbing of the girl sitting next to you, or the anxious scraping of utensils.

The orange reception desk was where the workers sat, but there were plenty around so usually some were sitting on a couch or at the table too. We picked up our pills there or if we got pulled aside that’s where they’d talk to us (if it wasn’t too serious). The phone was by there, besides the door.

I didn’t really call much, but you could always hear other people and it was really sad. Most of the day everything was silent, not even eerie, just depressing. No one had anything to say, we didn’t really make friends. But then you would overhear people pleading with their parents to let them out

And suddenly this quiet girl would release a torrent of emotion. It was painfully public, but the desperation outweighed the humiliation.

The red door was the primary entrance for staff, and where all the meals came from. We were heavily discouraged from going near it, but you needed a badge anyway. There were cabinets around the tables too, and I’m pretty sure those were locked as well. No one really went in there much though.

The green arrow led to the showers and stairs down to lower floors, where we would do art therapy or whatever. We went outside a few times, but I think it made the staff nervous since we were less controlled. Passing the threshold of the green arrow wasn’t allowed unless for a specific purpose with

a chaperone or if it was for group activity. Also, I forgot to add the cubby wall (dark blue), where we could put our belongings. We could keep some things in our rooms like clothes iirc? but stuff like books or whatever could be put there. Had to request staff to open yours for you.

Don’t really remember specific people too much. Everyone was quiet and avoided eye contact. Some people had been there for over a year despite being like 14 lol, you can imagine what that does to someone. While I was there a few people left and a few people joined, it was all very uneventful.

The place just existed to enforce 3 meals + snacks a day, meds, and to keep you from killing yourself. Anything outside of that was kinda superfluous, and it seemed like everyone was kinda on the same page about that.

Kinda miss the days of watching every OWL stream, VOD reviewing, studying games and taking notes. It was cool to have cultivated this really strong game sense and understanding of the flow of the game.

Secretly studying the game while I’m supposed to be paying attention in class followed by ranked games to stop decay and a double block just to end the day by catch up on the latest pro matches. You could show me a single frame and I would have an immediate emotional reaction to the game state.

I’d be significantly more attractive if I got more sleep but I refuse to betray my tomoko aesthetic

I am neet lain pissgirl 543 and you can’t stop me

Or at least I’ll appropriate your culture as compensation for the fact that I’m too cowardly to trans myself

i suck at micro-blogging because it requires strong thesis statements and i'm a non-binary non-monogamous pansexual (can't commit to anything, never made a choice in my life)

my heart hurts and i am NOT kidding :3

i have a cute voice uwu heat from fire, fire from heat uwu

Cute how song lyrics are indexed by mood in my brain. Flare up of same emotion has me referencing tracks from years ago, and then I’m surprised they’re already sorted into the appropriate playlist

boys will tirelessly assert the same conclusion for years and yet be hopelessly engrossed with every new context for the chance to reassert it

It’s likely erroneous pattern recognition or wishful thinking, but I can see the joy fade from her eyes over time. The pictures become less frequent, the smiles become more forced (don’t get me wrong, she knows how to perform pleasure well, but I can tell the difference).

It’s clear she loved me, but I get the feeling she liked me less and less. And who could blame her? The exhaustion, the heartache, the distance, the beratement, it can only go on so long.

I can only hope I didn’t crush her spirit completely, and I’m not arrogant enough to think I could. There will be more joy in her life beyond me, hopefully to greater heights than we could have ever achieved together.

I wasted several of your years, but I hope you were able to learn and grow from my companionship, even if it is what who and what to avoid in the future.

possibly a bit pitiful that i'm still so hung up on her. distractions are fine, but reminders demand my full attention once again. though the frequency has subsided over time, the magnitude of my emotions with regard to her have not.