Winnie the Pooh
I don’t see the point of leaving the house. Noting good ever happens.
There’s no point of staying in the house either.
It’s like death can’t come fast enough. Approximately 50 more years of this?
There’s not enough mass shootings in America if they can’t even spare a few bullets to put me out me out of my constant unending lonely dissatisfaction and misery.
I just hate every waking fucking moment.
Unfathomably based way to use AI.
Edit: ok, Im new to this whole Tumblr thing (Reddit refugee), how do you cope with all the notifications and attention when your post blows up ? (Do you even use "edit:" here?)
