YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Lets list things to be happy about.
I'm happy about the sun.
I'm happy about the moon.
I'm happy about calcium.
I'm happy I have two working legs.
I'm happy my penis is functional.
I'm happy I have a full tumtum rn (full of bagels and lox mmmm mmmmm).
I'm happy I'm not bleeding to death in a car wreck on my way to an important event.
I'm happy I don't have any cancer (that I know of, fingers crossed guys).
I'm happy that I am surrounded by breathable atmosphere, and am able to breathe it.

Idk if this is working I was hoping it would fix my life.

What is it they say about revenge being like a hot coal? The harder you squeeze them, the more it hurts you. Let it go.

I don't think you're a stinky butt I think you're beautiful. I'm sorry for trying to take joy away from you.

I feel bad for saying mean things out of confused abd misdirected anger

I sometimes think of using my bible knowledge to start my own fucked up bible cult that would actually be satanism with a coat of godly paint. We'd play black metal at services.

My older ex: You're polyamorus
Me: No I'm not, I'm monogamous
My older ex: That's not healthy, you'll be happier being polyamorus
Me: That's fine for you to think that, but I disagree
My older ex: It's not something I think it's the truth
Me: Dude, I've been respectful so far
My older ex: *smugUMADface*

He loved his own farts

I was tricking myself into thinking maybe Peterson was the start of a new Christianity, an open minded, metaphysical Christianity that let you interpret the doctrine in your own damn way, but no, faggy Peterson cow towed to the Church Mafia and started towing the line. No porn, no fapping, no trannies, no nothin, ya fags, quit smokin that weed too I take it back fuck weed I said it was good before but that was a trick, fuck it, and fuck you, ya weedie.

No fuck you, Dr. Frog.

Raised end of days christian, antichrist was real and the scrolls and all that shit. So that's why I pick on em so much. They started it. By trying to brainwash me. I almost got swallowed back up when I glommed onto Peterson. I was onboard until he went anti pornography. Nope, don't tell me you're a free speech fag and then say that certain speech is bad. There is no good or bad speech, morally speaking, there's just SPEECH Mr. Peterson or did you forget that you little fucknugget? You fuckmuppet? You muppetfucker? You kermit the frog jammer? I bought your book before I knew and you know what I found? Typos. TYPOS MR PETERSON WTF? YOU WERE MY HERO! YOU BROKE MY HEART!

I tried explaining to my therapist the rich culture that zoophiles have had since the dawn of man. She brushed me off as confused by porn and trauma. Like bitch, you dgaf about the ancient egyptians and their goat temples, or science, or cultire, or anything, all you care about is your stupid book which has made you myopic. You can't even see anything around you, all you see is your fucking cult and anything that doesn't fit into it's parameters is wrong.

There's two kinds of zoomers

Normal open minded non hateful zoomers who really don't give af about zoophiles or pedophiles or cannibals or whatever as long as they're not victimizing anyone

vs.

Crazed zoomers who were trapped with boomers in a small town with no internet or exposure to critical thinking practices

One is a friend, the other is a hillbilly

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When I first saw him I thought he was a girl. I was instantly in love. He had the demeanor of a puppy. He was soft and slender, when I smelled him or rubbed against him I felt whole. We actually shared a lot of interests, and had complimentary personalities. We were a great team. We always knew where the other was going in conversation, and made each other laugh constantly. Being with him felt like being in the writers room for South Park, that was our humor. I loved him. When I finally spoke about what had been in the air for the past few years, he rejected me, not harshly but it hurt none the less. I tried to accept it and be a good friend, but I couldn't stop loving him and it wouldn't stop hurting. One day after being apart for a while, we saw each other again, I was with my toxic faggot older boyfriend at the time, and you want to know what happened? They made out in front of me. Both of them knew how I felt and they did that shit. I left with my "friend" and said I thought he was straight. He got embarrassed and acted confused and cornered and said "Uhh, I uh, thought it would be funny". Fucking douchebag(s).

I hate when artists make their signatures so stylized that you can't tell what it says, so you can't find more of their work.

Just saw a trans girl I knew years ago who was so pretty but now she's fat and sadder than ever 😬 she always had issues with self esteem but would cover it up by playing cool, I don't wanna end up like that, I have to eat better and stay positive

"It's time for us to kill all the boomers and take their shit", he said. And then they killed all the boomers and took their shit.

Oh and I never had a dad, I saw him a few times when he would see me without my moms permission and he was always pretty drunk and would be smiling one second then in my face telling me he's going to knock me out and then the next he'd be sobbing telling me how much he loved me and I just had to go "Yup, uh huh, uh huh" because if I argued I might get beat.

My life started pretty normally, but my mom munchausened me and that's where my shit started getting fucked. Changed schools every 3 years, was on pills that made me obese and greasy, none of the other kids liked me until I got into high school because by then I had gotten off the poison. This whole time I was pretty much living in my own world of comic books, sci fi, horror, and cartoons. I made a friend in those last 3 years of school, and through him I met others. They all turned out to be pretty nice people, until they stopped being nice and got selfish. And then the primary friend didn't get to the phone in time and someone good died. After that the facade ended, no one could pretend everything was normal anymore. They and I were a bunch of addict losers, so I cut them loose. And I tried making friends after, I fell in with some gay guy and his friends, he was around 10 years older than me and manipulated the fuck out of me. Told me he loved me, that we would run away together and get married, all lies. A week after I met him he revealed he had a husband, who met me, and was cool with it (he pretended to be but was not in fact cool with it). Our shitty disgusting toxic relationship lasted over 2 years, until he threatened me one night when I was depressed and talking about how I wished I wasn't alive at that moment, I said "I just wish I wasn't alive right now" and he took it and turned it around and started verbally abusing me and screaming and saying he was going to call the hospital and shit and I don't do hospitals because they One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nested my ass in my teens and that shit fucked me up hard. They strapped me down and injected me at one point because I wasn't acting like a cuckboy faggot (yes massa, no mass, you sho is smart massa). One of the staff took a hate to me and would threaten to beat the fuck out of me every time he saw me. I was a soft pissed off gay boy, there was no reason for him to act like that, I kept to myself and never broke or threw shit. I learned early on that life is fucked, the inmates run the asylum, fairness does not exist, we die cold and alone and in more pain than we could ever imagine. Cartoons, masturbation, mind numbing, it's all I have had for a long time. I ditched the gays after that debacle. And I have been alone for many years. I thought the country would descend into civil war after Trump was elected, and I had gotten prepared to the best of my own ability, I wanted to innawoods if I had to and had a go bag and everything. I trained hard. Got into the best shape since I was out clubbing years before. Then nothing happened. And covid. And the lockdowns. And still nothing. I looked at the world falling apart. Specal passes to go to conventions, special injections. I don't do hospitals, I don't do doctors, I don't do injections. These people, these motherfuckers, again, took from me. And they won't stop taking. I just wanted to meet some friends irl in meatspace, people I could act normal with, but instead I was trapped alone and going deeper into my own head. I began talking to myself, little things at first, singing out loud, shouting one word phrases and then chuckling, stuff to keep my spirits up, but then it got worse, it got dark. I started arguing with people from my past who weren't there, and I knew they weren't there, I didn't care, I would have full on dialogues with them. And no matter how many times I did it I would never get any true catharsis, but I wouldn't stop. I began making mannequins of people who had betrayed me and mutilating them. I was not, and am not, healthy. I tried to start seeing a therapist, very hard for me to do, took a lot of effort, a big personal compromise. She ghosted me. She was a Christian. I was open about everything I'm telling you now, as well as more personal doxxy stuff. I was open about my gentleness too, how I wanted to protect those I loved, but that I found it hard to love like I used to because to love requires trust and my ability to trust has been damaged since I was 9. I don't like being lied to, I don't like being manipulated. I don't like being told an office is a safe space, only to then be told my views on zoohilia and pedophilia are only so because I was "abused" and am "addicted to porn" and had my "innocence taken away", gtfo with that christian spiritual bullshit.