YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

https://youtu.be/kWsWhypMjYM?si=FA2rK1_rWxwEsie5

The first time I realized I was weird was when I found that Jack webcomic (furry comic) and it resonated so much with me even though if someone found me reading it I would be embarrassed.

People who walk away from a match in mtga after making a mistake instead of properly conceding deserve to be banned. It's always little nerds with pretty decent decks, but I play unconventional cards that rape and sometimes they fuck themselves and get mad.

Imagine crying to your fellow XYZs about how they need to stop being so openly XYZ or the nazis will destroy their entire community. Uhhg maybe don't blame your fellows for being themselves and being attacked for literally no reason. Shitbag. Jackass.

https://youtube.com/shorts/-ocizpRbV0o?si=v5xdzeeRtpAToGw-

I want to stop despairing and become mentally sound so I can be there in a supportive role for young and old paraphiles. Specifically zoos and maps.

I wish I could post my body here but alas that's doxable (just to prove to you guys that I'm fuckable, I'm not alone because I'm ugly I'm alone because I'm "not normal", and I'm alone by choice, nearly every partner I've had, I was the one who dumped them......I feel kind of bad about that but they were all kind of shitty).

https://youtu.be/XNbnJd5gm8o?si=t-Jqaey21kKuZq3L

PULL UP A SEAT AND LET'S ROCK TALK

(All other cuties are still welcome to apply) YES I CALLED YOU A CUTIE DIE FROM THE CRONGE HEH JEHE

If you are

Non passing ✅
Swarthy ✅
Skinny ✅
Decent dick ✅
Long legs ✅

And you like my personality, hey, pull up a seat, let's talk

Raping and killing you but I don't comprehend what rape or muder are so I think I'm just fucking you and then trying to help you transform but you just die mutilated and then I feel bad

Filling my heart with love is hard. Positivity was stomped out of me at a young age. If I said anything was cool or beautiful I would have that crushed out of me by my family. My sister learned faster than I did, she became a very cloystered but superficially social person. Much like her father. No personal information beyond the mundane was to be shared, no feelings beyond the appropriate. She even says she has no memory of significant life events, or any inner dialogue. All, I believe, an attempt at maintaining a level of privacy, all lies, told with a straight face and a practiced sincerity, a practiced sincerity I recognize because I grew up with her, I saw her fresh before she had that joy crushed out of her by our loving family. Unlike her I never figured it out until my opportunities for life had dried up, I never learned to keep myself secret, at the cost of my soul, and so I was labeled, and I was targeted, and I was cast out. I didn't understand lots of things, I didn't understand why I had to go to a building full of strangers on a strange bus, I didn't understand why I had to write paperwork when I was still a child, I didn't understand why my mother hit me, or why my father played mind games with me, I didn't understand why my cousins humiliated me sexually, or why my mother didn't stop them while she watched, I didn't understand why my grandmother shoved her finger in my ass to "check for shit" in the trailer park, I just wanted to be left alone, and when I was left alone I just wanted someone there. I don't know if I'll ever have a relationship where I trust someone and they don't violate that trust. Life has shown me that it is about violations. When a being consumes matter, even if the matter is already dead, that is a violation, because it is taking the food away from another. You cannot escape it. I've know that my whole life, and people would look at me funny when I said so. I would say there's no such thing as friends, friends are just people that you use...even if it makes you feel good to be nice to them and nothing else, you are using them to feel nice. You can't help it. None of us can help it. Hunting, killing, eating, why? Because to go without it hurts too much, until the pain breaks us, or we break, and we die. That's what happens when you fast long enough. Death. And yet death is supposedly inescapable, I say so because I have never died. People I know have gone away, like they do when they leave a room you're in, but permanently. I suppose they have died, but I have no real proof. I suppose a lot of things with no real proof. But not enough. Not enough to live like everyone else. If you're a good person, and my words hurt you, I'm sorry to bring you down, but I can help it, that when you see my words you hurt. I'm sorry me existing hurts you.