Bottling up my emotions is definitely not going to backfire in any way, shape, or form.

Unfortunately it has come to this, I have a high likelihood of not posting here the foreseeable future, it's not like anyone is going to notice. I have gotten back into Reddit by finding out how fun it is to troll self righteous idiots on the internet.

I don't know what I am doing here, but I managed to get all tumbler nsfw accounts on my feed and I was even trying. This is the internet we live in, and I am doomed my narrative to this fate. As I drift away into obscurity, I know that nothing really matters and that nobody will care. We are on the internet, enticed by the wonders of humanity, invested in the endless content of man, trapped by our very emotions and desires. But why escape to the washed-out industrial waste of land that is the real human world. I don't know where I was going to lead this, I am just so incredibly exhausted. Goodbye nobody.

Sometimes life imitates works of well written fiction. As you look back at your life and see how everything just even not only progressing but also foreshadowing the poetic tragedy that I find myself ever inching closer to. I can't begin to describe myself as a feel nothing, a hollow emptiness as if I have forgotten how to act, how to feel, how to live. As I aimlessly drift through the chaos of the internet, the fork in the road is ever approaching. But I can't make the choice; I never will be ready. To treat each day as if it's the end is my only plan. And yet I'm still not satisfied with that: what more could I need? As I lie here dramatizing my sleep deprivation and as my phone suffers a similar fate of chargeless nights. And what purpose does this serve me, perhaps nothing. I will be back, but would I truly be the same next time; or will this version of me just be forgotten forever...

If you need me I'll be lost in the weirdcore for the next half a day

This is literally me right now, and I got some dubious to outright just bad ideas. Idea1: just mentally become that character and have fun with it. Idea2: just write it all down, forehead. Idea3: create a full multiverse of the character some anything and everything can and will be done by that character. Idea4: just forgor and move on life is ever changing and everything is doomed to fail eventually... Idea5: just tell me everything about the character, I got nothing better to do (I will probably be sleeping and/or working soon so taste you later).

this is literally my worst fucking nightmare

i have rambled so much about one character that i have made his story way too entangled and messy to follow wihtout me having to put a crash course on them

Where would my manners be if I didn't introduce myself first? For my name is Kaz T. Avali and I stumbled upon this website after reaching the end of the Reddit Homepage. I am rocket scientist from the planet Avilon and I'm currently drifting through the vast inter-space with not clear purpose. I dapple in the art of creation and narcissism, and I enjoy wasting my time with funny memes, copious amounts of furry "art", and self degrading internal monologging. Why am I here? I don't know, I'll just fuck around and find out...

Well hello nobody, I'm just going to talk to myself like I always do. Maybe post a night blog when I to tired to go to sleep. But I will write full page essays if in the mood for chaos. No even I know what I might post o this website.