They were both found within the same distance.
EDIT: this is a playlist a friend and I started curating several years ago. It’s fun. Enjoy!
https://open.spotify.com/user/brianburleson/playlist/06kJluH951qiAkIauf9TJJ?si=7eyDtFQUTU64WgV7nBYAzw
I’m so angry. I’m so bitter. I’m so mad. I’m so sad. I’m so jealous. I’m tired of it all.
I make around 50k a month across Onlyfans, Twitch, and donations from various people on Instagram and Twitter. I’m fully independent, and honestly would have no concerns if my emotions and mental health wasn’t a dystopian nightmare. I was diagnosed with major depression and schizophrenia a few months ago, and it’s just something I’ve held secret since.
I have no real friends. The people I associate with are narcissistic sociopaths who tolerate your existence simply because they work in your field. They are not mentally stable either and many of them have no care or remorse for other peoples lives.
My family is toxic and we’ve been disconnected for years. They won’t care if I die, since I’m not the daughter they wanted or behaved the way they wanted me to.
I have no love life and my last relationships were them using me for money. Dating is impossible because guys either hate my line of work once they realize I spend 99.8% of my days locked inside my room talking to random people in the internet for hours and hours mindlessly. Oh, and of course if that isn’t a deal breaker it’s the “you sell nudes and have tons of people in your dms”.. and no matter how much you try to explain that it’s just work, they just don’t like it, and leave.
I don’t blame them, though. If I flipped the situation around and I was the guy, I’d probably feel some ways about it too, especially if I’m just a normal person who doesn’t do internet stuff for a living.
I’m out of my mind depressed. I can’t live a normal life. I can’t be happy. I’m just a robot who looks pretty for the enjoyment of lonely people. People who think I’m a snob, or a prostitute, or an extremely social person who can’t feel sadness because of my status
I have hundreds of unread messages on instagram and Twitter, and yet not one text message or phone call.. because no one has my number. No one cares enough about me to communicate with me like that.
I hate it all. I hate everyone. I hate that I was born. I’ve had enough of this shitshow
For some background, I have been in politics for a while (here is some background on who I am). The short of it is that I am not a publicly elected official in the sense that I am in the state legislature, but I do a lot of work with politicians. Because my positions are volunteer, I still drive semi trucks as a full time job.
With that being said, I have been trying to promote a policy in NC that would require operators of large or heavy RVs to obtain a CDL or an equivalent license. I would really like feedback on this proposal, even if you're opposed to the idea. I have set up a Google Form for anonymous submissions, which you can optionally chose to give your phone and/or email to if you would like a follow up.
Link to Google Form survey: https://forms.gle/JpMapahC2z2gpmMe8
I will also be hanging out in comments (as much as possible) to answer any questions and chat with y'all.
Thank you for your time and thank you for keeping America rolling.
He didn't know that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.
He won the 'no-bell' prize.
He is all right now
I say it's Selene, btw.
Working for the siren has always been tough, trust me, I wore the green apron from 99-04, and we were SLAMMED. That was peak growth for the bux, but It’s nothing like now though, the menu’s bigger, the Karens are more Karen-y, and COVID. But I get it, more than those have only lived on THAT side of the counter, I promise.
I’ve also led to dark thoughts as a barista, while at the siren, then later when I came back to coffee when I was laid off during the 08 financial crisis working for another brand, Peets (fuck, that was a true shit hole, I can tell stories). That second act hurt most, I worked so hard to get out of coffee to only be led back because of economic forces out of my control. That hurt so much, and made me so depressed, it was bad.
All of that preface is to say this: if the job is leading you to those same dark places where you want to harm yourself, don’t. It’s not worth it, and there’s something better, always. Even if you feel like you can’t quit, endure and get help. I’ve been there too, I know. You are better, please trust me on that.
If you think you’re alone, you’re not. You are a part of tribe of motherfuckers strong and bold enough to don an apron day after day and do the job. You occupy rarified space. Few can do this, you are a part of special subset of humans with a skill set undervalued by the same folks that rely upon it. We have never met, but we share having been a bux bitch, and that’s like being an IRL shiny Pokémon. We are shiny Pokémon. You are a shiny Pokémon.
I can tell you that being a shiny Pokémon might not amount to much now, but can and will open doors to better opportunities. If you can sling coffee for the siren, you are destined to do more because you can, because you’ve already demonstrated you’re more capable than most on this world.
Please DM me, someone else, whatever, if you feel like you’re in that dark place with no way out. Especially this time of year, which can be hard, for lots of reasons, I know. I’m an old grey motherfucker that’s part of the tribe.
Personally I’d love to hear Deathwish as it’s the first song they wrote for Revenge or Vampires :)
