mini rant

What led me to be tormented by ai loving art critique, a Vocaloid Kinnie, a 13-year-old fanboy on Twitter, and a scenecore artist with 10k followers and keeps sending me cat emojis? Has god finally looked down upon humanity and cursed me with a charming demeanor for what I had done when I was a child? May the heavens forgive me for what I say, but HELL if I know what lies in the mind of others when I speak, may it be what the Romans call a common brotherly bond or the sins of the earth that damn us stuck here with the souls of forgotten past called envy.

I am this close to my breaking point, and may life do me a favor and never reincarnate me into anything other than the moss of a dying castle or a frog. Either is fine. Both are greener than the decay we used to call the earth that we are forced to walk on thanks to the help of the hivemind networks of celebrities and CEOs of wall street.

May the tumblr artists protect themselves tonight when I get out of this god-forsaken card. I will make them know what it feels like to be a meme.