I’m only alive because successfully killing myself is hard. Bernadette, she/her, smash bros addict, dog person, work addict, ruined beyond repair, stuck in the past. I will defend Amazon and Nintendo like they’re the parents I never had. They did, and will do, nothing wrong, ever.

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Cake day: November 11th, 2024

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  • I’d rather… get my pirated software quicker and easier? 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 Keep sailing the high seas, I’ll be flying a plane instead.

    There are websites where you could skip the torrent process entirely. No I won’t list them. They’re sacred to me, I can’t live without them.

    I remember torrenting as a kid, never knew what seeding meant so I’d seed like 24/7. All I know is that downloading a torrent file takes ages, then extracting it takes centuries, all for there to be a rar, 7z, or zip inside.

    Who needs μtorrent when μ could just use 7Zip?



  • Every way possible. If I’m working, then I’m spending, and I’m buying that nice thing. I save 1.5 weeks worth of everything every week so I’m way ahead of rent, utilities, subscriptions, and groceries. I can take days off in peace. If I want fancy Japanese food then I’m getting it. I spent a third of my life expectancy locked away living a mediocre life so sad the best thing about it aside from video games was eating a pop tart when I was 5. I’m living the rest of my life the best way possible.




  • I have a higher chance of birthing a developmentally disabled child if I actually do get pregnant. Is it wrong to be 100% against birthing my own child solely because of this.? I was misdiagnosed and was in an aba institution for 10 years, and dehumanized and alienated by family the whole time. When I got to a real high school, I was treated like an infant or a wild bear, nothing in between. I wholeheartedly believe that regardless of whatever I accomplish in my life, I would have been much better off never born, euthanized, or murdered.

    I don’t want to force this experience on anyone else if I can prevent it from happening. It’s not just the abuse in the aba institutions but treatment literally everywhere. In high school everyone had brand name clothes, apple technology, brand headphones, etc. No one cared. I had off brand clothes, cheap headphones, a Microsoft Surface and a Galaxy phone, and was treated like a rich scumbag, like I was Brian Thompson’s privileged daughter who had everything because her dad made everyone suffer. Literally not having brand name clothes was status against everyone else. I couldn’t afford them even if I did want to wear clothes advertising the store it came from. I never understood the appeal of that. But everyone saw somebody below them with some nice things, and even worse, preferences.

    Being a joke to the people who “love” you, having all your “friends” be people school staff begged to talk to you so you don’t kill someone, and having the same disorder that made you less of a human be the reason why you accomplished something mundane like passing a class with a 60 grade is just not a life worth living. Watching everyone else get to be real humans with real happiness, real hobbies and interests, and real personalities while you need to hide everything about yourself is not a life worth living. There’s just no reason to live on the wrong side of society. I wish my mother had just aborted me when there were signs I wasn’t going to make it. I’m not making the same mistake.













  • Weekends. Public transit is wonky and everywhere is crowded by the Monday-Friday normies. I’m also much more likely to be screamed at, near missed, or swerved into by happy drivers who love driving so much they rush to stop driving as soon as they can. So I make sure I work weekends so my free days off are weekdays where all the asshole drivers and weed addicted teenagers are inside. And I get an extra $40 a week to avoid being trapped in a train with someone who definitely isn’t addicted to marijuana who couldn’t wait until they were outside to smoke. Thanks Amazon!

    Nobody is shopping on a Tuesday afternoon.