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lifesucksthenyouacks really interesting blog that will definitely be updated really often

Met up with an old childhood friend whose family was holding a function at their house. I'm not really close with him like how we used to be but it was good seeing him again. We just talked about life, had lunch, and then drove around in his M4 Competition (which had numbers duct taped to the side of it because he decided to track it lol)
 
Going back to my apartment after spending the last two weeks at my parents house.

I need to find a way to get back here permanently, I don’t really have anyone near where I work. I tried inviting people for my birthday, almost no one responded, one declined (that one was whatever I didn’t like her anyway I was being polite) and the two people that did show up blatantly did because they had plans of their own and they invited me because they felt bad. I had a good enough time but it was still kind of a whatever experience.

I can barely connect with normalcaca anyway. I had an uneventful college life where I spent most of my time on image boards and I can’t connect with anyone on any normalcaca media. Then I sanded my personality too much in fear of coming off as a heccin chud when in the end that sanding probably set off internal alarms in them, whether they wanted to or not. For example I was at this party months ago at like 3 in the morning and everyone was so drunk and tired out of their minds and were playing this shitty raunchy card game where all the questions were about drugs or sex and not a single fucking person asked me shit because they could just fucking tell how much of a loser I am. I never explicitly said anything about it because that’s insane, why would I do that. But they could tell.

THEY

COULD

JUST

TELL
 
Today I ran into some friends of mine during lunch time by chance. Turns out two of them were not only dating, but they were engaged at that, and I didn't know about this until just now. I didn't think of it. The girl had another boyfriend in the past, hell I met him last November, so I thought those two were just friends. I should've known better, how the fuck could they be just friends? Whenever we're at parties they carpooled with each other, I could sometimes see them get coffees together at work (despite the guy having wack ass hours where his day starts at 10-11 and ends at 7-8), they seemed to interact with each other far more than anyone else to my knowledge... how the fuck could I be so autistic? I'm happy for them, for the most part. But part of me feels a bit empty. For starters, I had a bit of a crush on her. She was cute, she was nice to me, she was the only girl my age who has ever given me a hug (even though once was because I gave a fucking gift card and the other time was because it was my birthday), but then again she's just nice like that to everyone. I never had a chance with her to begin with, not by a fucking long shot. But still, people my age are getting engaged and meanwhile I'm still living like I'm still 15, I have some kind of distant friends and no romantic experience whatsoever. Time's running out.

Okay and then we went up to our workplace's rooftop terrace and had lunch. We talked about SNCA like how Acrobat is getting raped by ChatGPT, how Chegg got raped by ChatGPT, gym memberships and running marathons. There were two girls that I haven't seen or talked to before. I will probably never see them or talk to them again.

On an unrelated note I need to get working on my Halloween costume. I only have barely over a month for it, I'm running out of time. It'll be a struggle, but I'm gonna try and do it. It'll be really cool, hopefully.
 
Today I ran into some friends of mine during lunch time by chance. Turns out two of them were not only dating, but they were engaged at that, and I didn't know about this until just now. I didn't think of it. The girl had another boyfriend in the past, hell I met him last November, so I thought those two were just friends. I should've known better, how the fuck could they be just friends? Whenever we're at parties they carpooled with each other, I could sometimes see them get coffees together at work (despite the guy having wack ass hours where his day starts at 10-11 and ends at 7-8), they seemed to interact with each other far more than anyone else to my knowledge... how the fuck could I be so autistic? I'm happy for them, for the most part. But part of me feels a bit empty. For starters, I had a bit of a crush on her. She was cute, she was nice to me, she was the only girl my age who has ever given me a hug (even though once was because I gave a fucking gift card and the other time was because it was my birthday), but then again she's just nice like that to everyone. I never had a chance with her to begin with, not by a fucking long shot. But still, people my age are getting engaged and meanwhile I'm still living like I'm still 15, I have some kind of distant friends and no romantic experience whatsoever. Time's running out.

Okay and then we went up to our workplace's rooftop terrace and had lunch. We talked about SNCA like how Acrobat is getting raped by ChatGPT, how Chegg got raped by ChatGPT, gym memberships and running marathons. There were two girls that I haven't seen or talked to before. I will probably never see them or talk to them again.

On an unrelated note I need to get working on my Halloween costume. I only have barely over a month for it, I'm running out of time. It'll be a struggle, but I'm gonna try and do it. It'll be really cool, hopefully.
At our Catholic center, there was this one missionary "Cronstedt" who mentioned to us once on a drive back from an August retreat mentioned that missionaries in his organization aren't allowed to date the students they serve under. Next summer I find out he's to be engaged to a student "Alley" and they were secretly dating.
 
The radio was talking about “Back in the day blah blah blah and and you knew all of the lines to this song” and then it started playing Sandstorm 😭😭😭
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At our Catholic center, there was this one missionary "Cronstedt" who mentioned to us once on a drive back from an August retreat mentioned that missionaries in his organization aren't allowed to date the students they serve under. Next summer I find out he's to be engaged to a student "Alley" and they were secretly dating.
I don’t think my workplace has anything forbidding workplace relationships, they might have some restrictions on things but it isn’t forbidden. What you’re talking about is clearly more reprehensible, the only thing that’s reprehensible about this is how blind I was to it.

The turnover from former boyfriend to engagement is eye raising though, is it normal to propose in less than a years time? There was some overlap between her meeting the guy and her being with her past boyfriend too… oh who the hell am I kidding I’m just seething because I’m jealous
 
I don’t think my workplace has anything forbidding workplace relationships, they might have some restrictions on things but it isn’t forbidden. What you’re talking about is clearly more reprehensible, the only thing that’s reprehensible about this is how blind I was to it.

The turnover from former boyfriend to engagement is eye raising though, is it normal to propose in less than a years time? There was some overlap between her meeting the guy and her being with her past boyfriend too… oh who the hell am I kidding I’m just seething because I’m jealous
Are they religious?
 
Not really. The guy is Catholic (he’s Italian so I’m just assuming he is), and the girl is a Muslim (she’s not Arab she’s from Turkmenistan), but I’ve seen her drink, she has a dog, and she’s mentioned having sex in the past so I seriously doubt she’s particularly devout.
Lifesucksthenyoudie was crushing on a Muslim...
 
Turns out an assignment that I thought was due next week was due today, so I spent the evening rushing it to get it done. With that being said I am proud of the final output, it isn't perfect but I got everything I wanted in it and I don't think anyone's gonna particularly notice. It's also good because it frees up time that I can use to work on other, personal projects.

Also I got a text inviting me to their engagement party, for the first time I'm releasing real dialogue between me and someone else on this shitty blog. Stay tuned
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Going back to my apartment after spending the last two weeks at my parents house.

I need to find a way to get back here permanently, I don’t really have anyone near where I work. I tried inviting people for my birthday, almost no one responded, one declined (that one was whatever I didn’t like her anyway I was being polite) and the two people that did show up blatantly did because they had plans of their own and they invited me because they felt bad. I had a good enough time but it was still kind of a whatever experience.

I can barely connect with normalcaca anyway. I had an uneventful college life where I spent most of my time on image boards and I can’t connect with anyone on any normalcaca media. Then I sanded my personality too much in fear of coming off as a heccin chud when in the end that sanding probably set off internal alarms in them, whether they wanted to or not. For example I was at this party months ago at like 3 in the morning and everyone was so drunk and tired out of their minds and were playing this shitty raunchy card game where all the questions were about drugs or sex and not a single fucking person asked me shit because they could just fucking tell how much of a loser I am. I never explicitly said anything about it because that’s insane, why would I do that. But they could tell.

THEY

COULD

JUST

TELL
you need to lonemaxx further
 
I can barely connect with normalcaca anyway. I had an uneventful college life where I spent most of my time on image boards and I can’t connect with anyone on any normalcaca media. Then I sanded my personality too much in fear of coming off as a heccin chud when in the end that sanding probably set off internal alarms in them, whether they wanted to or not. For example I was at this party months ago at like 3 in the morning and everyone was so drunk and tired out of their minds and were playing this shitty raunchy card game where all the questions were about drugs or sex and not a single fucking person asked me shit because they could just fucking tell how much of a loser I am. I never explicitly said anything about it because that’s insane, why would I do that. But they could tell.
At 12:30am-ish today, I commented bruh on the Instagram note of this woman was in German class with and she got super excited and asked me how I was doing, said I was an anomaly in a good way (I went to high school with her roommate), she's drunk, and that I should come to their next house party. She hasn't replied back at all today.
 
Going back to my apartment after spending the last two weeks at my parents house.

I need to find a way to get back here permanently, I don’t really have anyone near where I work. I tried inviting people for my birthday, almost no one responded, one declined (that one was whatever I didn’t like her anyway I was being polite) and the two people that did show up blatantly did because they had plans of their own and they invited me because they felt bad. I had a good enough time but it was still kind of a whatever experience.

I can barely connect with normalcaca anyway. I had an uneventful college life where I spent most of my time on image boards and I can’t connect with anyone on any normalcaca media. Then I sanded my personality too much in fear of coming off as a heccin chud when in the end that sanding probably set off internal alarms in them, whether they wanted to or not. For example I was at this party months ago at like 3 in the morning and everyone was so drunk and tired out of their minds and were playing this shitty raunchy card game where all the questions were about drugs or sex and not a single fucking person asked me shit because they could just fucking tell how much of a loser I am. I never explicitly said anything about it because that’s insane, why would I do that. But they could tell.

THEY

COULD

JUST

TELL
these people sound like cacaots
 
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