buddy daddies really just shows you the saddest shit ever and then goes 馃榾馃榿馃槏 kawaranai koukei yosougai no mainichi dakedo 馃馃槢馃グsore ga ii tte furimawasaretari karamawatte memagurushiku itooshii hi wo馃槝馃馃鈽衡潳馃巼馃巿鉁╨ike it didn鈥檛 just gut you like a fish
Thinking back to the time when I was bored in literature class in middle school so I strated writing out translations of fnaf songs on my notebook, which my teacher noticed but thought was original poetry and read it out to the class
Kent's dad is a physicist. He talked all about forces and molecules and other science shit that Kent never cared about, but his brain took notice. His brain took notice and he has a theory.
It goes like this:
There are infinite universes, every millisecond of every day has infinite possibilities of what could happen, and for every possibility there is another universe, and then in that universe every millisecond has infinite possibilities and there are infinite universes built off that. Okay, that's not Kent's theory, but he thought of it before he heard it. It鈥檚 a viable theory. Science knows that. Kent's theory is that somewhere, in one of those universes, he gets to be happy.
Somewhere, there is a Kent Parson who gets to be happy. Somewhere there is a Jack Zimmermann who never overdosed. There is a universe where both of them get to be happy, from the start.
Somewhere, Kent Parson and Jack Zimmermann play for the Montreal Canadiens and they always have, sign their contracts together, spend their lives together. Somewhere, they are still inseparable, still cling to each other like that鈥檚 the only way they know how to breathe.
Somewhere, they stand side by side in red, blue, and white uniforms, crowd cheering as they hold up the Stanley cup, together. With a C on one chest and an A on the other. Somewhere, Jack kisses Kent on TV, and it鈥檚 the exact opposite of what he felt when he saw that in reality.
Somewhere, there is a Kent Parson who doesn't hate himself for the one that got away.
How do I explain to everyone in my life that I feel so broken I don鈥檛 even feel like living rn. I can鈥檛 function normally. I cry at everything. I miss her so much. And I am blaming everything on myself. It feels like her abuse never happened because she鈥檚 dead and how can I be mad at a dead person. I can鈥檛. Everyone keeps saying she鈥檚 in a better place and that I shouldn鈥檛 be sad and that she feels better now. But I feel like being selfish right now and saying what about me? When has anyone in my life cared about me and asked what about Anjol. From birth I was set up for failure. Our relationship was finally getting better it wasn鈥檛 her time. It鈥檚 not fair. I am so tired and depressed. I don鈥檛 know how to get past this. I鈥檓 trying so hard to be happy. But every time someone says something about my mom I wanna die.
So Super Bowl Sunday and Valentine's Day are on the same day this year, and I cannot wait for the absolute shit shows some of these relationship advice websites and subreddits are going to get.
And here I am waiting on the side lines with an empty tea cup.
Murderbot, a construct that was built and used to do extreme violence it's entire existence : I hate talking to people but I will try to resolve this situation peacefully if I can, threats only make people panic and then they take irrational decisions. Extreme violence is sometimes unavoidable but last resort.
ART, a peaceful research transportation : I love talking to people because I can threaten them with extreme violence right off the bat and it makes them do what I want (ads more totally-not-weapons to it's research equipment)