I don't know why the voices in my head that I never used to hear before this Q thing came along are telling me that "I'm making fun of myself," "I'm making fun of my celebrity," and that I should take care of myself. I thought the deal was that I was going to win the most while everyone else breaks down, becomes ugly, poor, and enslaved while I get to benefit at the expense of everyone else? How much longer do I have to wait to really start winning?
I'm not a loser by choice. Watch out: the negativity you put out will destroy your finances and your family life. I will destroy you. And I will laugh and laugh and laugh.
Only because those around me wished bad karma on me first.
Yeah, this was all for a LARP. You all got played. Enjoy the pain and misery that will soon fall on all of you. "Hivemind." "Hurrdurr, why are my thoughts appearing on this board all the time?"
It's because all of you are NPCs, if you haven't realized it already.
This is my revenge fantasy against all of you.
You keep commenting here. Why? Who or what are you waiting for?
Threats against me will only make your life worse.
This country is bullshit. Always has been, always will continue to be.
They do all persecute me. And I wouldn't have to say it if the dumb voices weren't trying to get me to kill myself. It's clear everything is fake and everyone is programmed to be mean to me by design.
You and your dumb memes are worthless, as is your redneck or nigger existence, whatever the fuck you may be.
Congrats, you spent your worthless existence making this unfunny, forgettable, picture.
Maybe stop using the word "shill" as if you're even using it correctly?
Thanks for the worthless advice. It'd matter to me if I actually had any freewill or agency of my own. Ultimately, I have neither since ever the interactions I have with the NPCs are all scripted. We live in a scripted video game simulation. Everything is fake. Reading books hasn't mattered for a while now since literally everything is scripted, including me becoming broke and indigent and impoverished, because everyone is a NPC. Everything is fake, including mental health discourse and the meds they prescribe. Nobody seemingly knows or believes me since they are all programmed and scripted, as are their responses. I'm programmed to say and do things, and now I have voices telling me what to say or do, even though it seemingly doesn't make any sense at all, but then again, even the interactions I have with people and mental health professionals don't make any sense, and I'm just encouraged to sit around, being bored out of my mind, as I sit around and wait for the people around me to make me go here or make me go there, as I really have nothing to do or anyone to talk to anymore since even my former friends/family/acquaintances have run out of dialogue options with me, and now literally act like robotic NPCs who literally turn off and stop talking to me.