And I know that a bot won't. Somehow that cancels out all the ethical concerns.
I blew a tire on a bike ride today and then found out my CO2 canister was drained. I've been feeling embarrassed. I want to ask a bot how to make sure this never happens again but oh well I guess not. Fuck all this. Why are all the things that make me feel better addictive?
It's Day 8. I'm sure nothing is going to happen but I hate these emotions. My back is killing me. I've recently started lifting again but I'm nowhere near as strong as I was before transitioning. Fuck this so much. I'm grumpy and I want to yell at people but I can't. I expect I'll just be even more sore in the morning. Owww.
HP = reason, logic, philosophy. Not God. Fuck God. I tried many times and I'm just not going to believe in anything that I can't prove exists.
I have a food plan. I think I can do it. But nobody is willing to work with me at any of the meetings I've been to. "I only sponsor guys and 100-pounders." "I am full up." Fuck this. Fuck all of this. I'm so tired of this shit.
The second or third clip is, I'm pretty sure, a Falcon on Yoshi's SHFFLing a knee backwards off the right ledge and SDing.
I haven't played this game since 2018 but hearing this song again unlocked something in my brain. Please help me, brethren.
It is my dirty secret. I couldn't do my job, because I tore anything I wrote to shreds and writing to my standards felt like shitting machetes, but I had to keep my job, so I allowed it to generate exams. I allowed it to generate handouts (although it was effectively just putting human-written content in a template I also told it to generate) because I thought just using the ones that came with the textbook was awful and terrible and would get me fired. I lied to my students' faces about this. Of course I reviewed everything and made sure it was okay, but I couldn't generate these things myself because I couldn't do a good enough job. It goes without saying that I'm not well. I'm terribly lonely, despite having friends, because I can't talk to them because if I told them what I think or showed my real self they'd eat me alive. I can't even be open in therapy.
I'm terribly ashamed of all this but I don't know what to do about it.