When I was a child, I had two teddy bears that I would sleep with and confide in per my (and any little boy's) childhood affection towards cute shit. I don't know why it was the dual teddy combo though. Maybe it was due to an attempt at appealing to a sense of rebellion I thought I possessed, that I thought "most people have two teddy bears they sleep with, why don't I have two?"
I'm different, so I'll have two, sorta thing.
Or, maybe, it was all a secret cry for attention, the kind of which I never had received, either maternally or paternally, for my age at this time.
Really, all the issues in my life always gravitate back to me being a deeply molested individual with repressed (or sometimes proudly expressed) homosexual tendencies which were influenced by traumatic experiences I was victim to as an adolescence.
I miss soyjak.blog, not because it was good, quite the opposite. But because I was freely able to project my homosexual desires onto anonymous forum posters and I hoped they would reciprocate it back to me and the arrows of venom I had rained down upon them in text format would quickly morph into a love arrow which made it's way from Cupid's quiver and into the beating heart of my mysterious enemy-turned-lover.
I apologize to everyone and no one.
You were all my little trauma aids and you just thought we were shitposting, lol.
There's an emaciated, homosexual twink battling out his deep seated issues and he's using you and your digital footprint as a therapeutic punching bag.
What a world we inhabit, I can't wait for it to be incinerated by the incoming invading armies of the cyberpunk archeofuturist barbarian hordes of mega-rapist death squads.