Torn between thinking 2023 has started horrible and wanting to skip to 2024, and hoping that since 2022 was a year of loss 2023 will bring in good to fill those voids

Maybe I've been the problem all along. I've been thinking about all the friends I've lost in one year, and I can't help but wonder if all of it's my fault. I know where I've messed up and done things wrong, but it's possible there's more areas I've hurt or offended people without realizing it. I try to be a good person. I try to be a good friend. I know I have hurt people and made plenty of mistakes though. Maybe they were all right to leave.

In one year I've lost like half a dozen friends for various reasons. Some needed to be removed from my life, most left for no apparent reason, and one chose to be a lying, narcissistic, scumbag. There's still a few days left in the year, so let's see if anyone else wants to walk out

Eat With Keith nearly killed me

Older, dumber, less interesting, but at least Tumblr might be coming back

So are we all coming back here?

I have no energy left. I'll be financially fucked. I'll take care of it. I just can't fight anymore.

I'm never going to achieve anything. I'm shit at wrestling and not getting better. I keep having injuries that prevent me from training as frequently as I want. I'm never going to be successful financially either, and I don't mean "successful" as in making 6 figures. I mean successful as in being able to have my own place, and not needing 5 roommates. I haven't been able to stick with a career in my post college years and I'm financially struggling right now. I've applied to many jobs the last 2 months and haven't had any success in the job hunt. I'm working for Instacart and Doordash to try and survive and I'm barely doing that.

I have no clue what type of job or career to try and pursue I'm gonna scream

I'm more excited for Christmas than Halloween this year. Not for the gifts or money, but with Christmas comes kindness. Slow drives through neighborhoods to look at Christmas lights, quiet nights in a blanket with hot chocolate, and an unspoken understanding with friends and partners that sometimes silence while looking at the dancing lights on the Christmas tree is all you need. When it gets cold hugs seem to last longer. When you're cuddled on the couch with loved ones as "A Christmas Carol" plays there's no mean or biting jokes. I just crave that kindness.

I kind of just want to be pumped full of viagra and used as a fuck toy by a succubus

Destroy capitalism

It’s disgusting that we live in a world where a company’s employees can not afford the products and services that company provides

What should I scream into the void?

My desire for a succubus is unreasonably high