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stuck in a time loop where every day i wake up and it’s tomorrow

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done

tumblr needs a “not for you” page where it just has things that you disagree with and make you angry

not now darling, mommy is playing her daily solitaire game

Punk: The world is fucked and I’m pissed

Goth: The world is fucked and it’s beautiful

Scene: The world is fucked and it’s creative

Emo: The world is fucked and I’m sad

Midwest Emo: The world is fucked and I’m silly

Ska: The world is fucked and I have a trumpet

Nu Metal: The world is fucked and I’ll keep it that way

Math rock: I don’t know how to have sex, I’m a virgin

Last night i was in my room, then all of a sudden i felt like my limbs were being weighed down. I could move but it took a lot of strength. Then i started hearing things repeating the same word over and over again. Then i saw people staring at me and not breaking eye contact. Surely i can't be the only one to have something happen like that? Why could i do stuff completely fine right after? Like i straight up watched youtube after?