Nowhere Man

Nothing beats capping off a shitty six day week like skipping breakfast because your dangerous, abusive roommate is hogging the kitchen.

I've apparently gone past "playfully irritated" at this shit show of a night to "actually angry" because I walked into the bathroom to find it fully occupied and almost screamed.

I think my favorite part of getting old is how sleeping on your arm wrong for part of a night becomes a week-long problem.

So cool how often in my life I've had to stress over if I'm going home to someone who might attack me or if I'll actually get to breathe comfortably *somewhere* in a day.

The older I get the more I think I was right when I was a kid. I could have saved a few people some serious stress.

Huh. So I straight pull places I've lived and felt incredibly unsafe in as settings for nightmares. Neat.

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Funny how cooking for friends and cleaning your own home are "toxic" and "manipulative" until someone else is doing it.

God I love retail. Work 60 hours straight but cleverly split across two pay periods so you only get paid for two 30 hour weeks? Chef's kiss. Blaming me for complaining about "getting more hours" to justify cutting them further, though? Masterful. True artistry.

Roast beef is brown and covered in cheeses You'll stay dead when you die, Unlike that made-up cunt Jesus. Please enjoy arbys

Any time I get a two-factor authentication that not only doesn't let you paste from the message but actually requires you manually change fields for the next number I want to burn humanity to the ground.

I know we have bigger things to worry about, but I love how in 2026 there's still no real recourse for male sexual abuse victims to get any kind of help or even be taken seriously without fear that their abusers will just flip the script and automatically turn everyone against the victim.

I've spent most of my life stuck living with people who have used, abused, and violated me. After the events of last year, I just can't keep doing that. I deserve better than to feel unsafe in my home, and I won't get that sense of safety if I don't hold myself to better standards.

I usually try to maintain a sense of hope, at least on a personal level, to start the year off. This year there is no hope. 2026 is going to be an absolutely awful year. If I'm lucky it'll only be as unspeakably soul destroying as 2025. Bare minimum I'm expecting to move again, which always sucks.

I am being uncharacteristically proactive regarding my problems this week, and I don't think anyone likes it. Especially not my problems.

I feel like I'm going a little crazy here. If a close friend of 15+ years tries to kill themselves, tells you that you're part of why, promise to talk about it later, and then flatly refuse to do so how would you feel? Like, I get nobody owes you their story but it feels incredibly cruel to do.

Sometimes when people tell you who they are, you should listen because they're right.

Love working somewhere that will slash your hours putting you deep in the red while also constantly belittling and gaslighting you. It's just the best, like being a kid again.

I am way, way too old to still be so consistently surprised at how often everything in my life just locks eyes with me and goes "fuck you" before bursting into flames.

I know most of you haven’t met me irl but ain’t nobody making me bow down to any God. Never.

On today, of all days, for some reason I feel compelled to say: #notmydictator

I feel so much better after coughing up that gunk I feel like I should dig out the tissue and make sure it's dead.

I've decided to wear my years on the inside, as crippling mental illness(es), rather than externally as wrinkles.