Even though I specifically asked to NOT have them, I have had the power of polls for a week now, and I'm being so brave about it.
Everyone got them this week apparently.
I'm going to treat them like a MAME series and feebly enjoy them through what y'all post. I can't be trusted with either. I'm not strong enough for them. I'm easily corruptible.
For example, I watched the alternate ending of 609 Bedtime Story FULLY AWARE it was going to be painful simply because it exists. I couldn't NOT watch it knowing it was right there waiting for me to hit the play button. It's the BL version of the Marshmallow Experiment. I just like to see people in pain including myself, I guess?
*hesitantly simpers in reluctant sadist*
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i don't know how to be merely acquaintances when we used to be friends. or i think we used to be. i don't know how to yearn for a simple hello when you've been heaping your affection on me months ago, and i don't know how to talk to you when you won't say anything. when suddenly it's all about me. you know i have nothing to say, you know my brain is void of everything but horribleness and i cannot tell you about my day because i don't even know about my day. i cannot tell you about my day when i know you won't listen, when i know you'll apply your philosophy to my world and don't believe me when i say that everything is terrible. i don't know how to be the person you seem to think i am, or the person you want in your life. i don't know if you want anyone else in your life now that you're in love and sappy, found another recipient for your affections, leaving me empty and wounded and yearning.
you said you missed me. said it many times, while i was gone. now i'm back, have been back, and i wonder how you missed me, why you missed me, when you won't talk to me. i think you mistook missing for worrying. i think you mistook caring for a feeling of obligation. i think you like missing me more than talking to me.
and i think i can't breathe with how much that hurts
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Event: book club
Subject: room by Emma Donohue (can't remember spelling)
The floor is open to questions, anyone?
Yeah, uh, at what point do kids stop, um, having some? What if they never progress to other milks, what if their preference is always mum and when they're in a cafe, and offered oat, almond, coconut, cow, macadamia, soy, etc, they say
That's all
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