God's not your closest "friend". Your closest friend is your spirit, your soul (you) is what separates your mind (physical and spirit union) and spirit by God's damned hardware.I hate to be the breaker of bad news but it is what it is.God is at best your cheerleader. Be drunk and unlock your spirit.
thanks for breaking the bad news, retard
>>543705653Mm, yeah.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhujYrxxYnw
Wat
God sounds like a jerk. And an abuser
>>543705838Get over it I guess, if that's what God is, when that's conclusively what God is, from knowledge.
>>543705622Let me guess, Brazilian?
>>543706755NE Indian, northeastern but I guess it's practically the same? I don't know.God think's it's all funny I guess. Like I want to be the greatest aspiration, a writer like my Wuxia heroes but I have a tribal brain from India.
I genuinely believe we are born like archetypes, cause I've heard English songs from my childhood but it never quite hit the same as anime Japanese songs.
We had a function yesterday you know, and one of the people I looked down as bad turned out to be one of the best man I've ever met that I'm not qualified for, that's like how I envisioned myself you know, he was like a girlish guy? There's not a word for it in the English language but he had a testosterone spurt and he's like grown up, I, on the other hand never did.But that's my whole life, waiting for the change of growth which never came. I always knew I was retarded in a way and special, which I am in a way.I hate God and it's personal.
And I just recently learned being alone look really dysfunctional as a person, which I am I guess. I push people away, I really am different in that way, I'm just not built for this world. I don't belong, I'm trying to force it.
I just noticed, the alcohol always looks like piss.
Technically born in Burma, I miss my Tuikhal, that's where I belong, ah... when... now it's all wrong.. everything is wrong now.
I had a nickname "foreigner", might count as a funfact, IDK.
Google Tuikhal and you can see my cousin lol. I don't wanna dox myself.
Don't make feel alone, converse with me?
Reminds me of the time when my little baby brother bragged about doing business in his class renting the manga his grandma bought for him, Jujutsu Kaisen which I played off like "wow, that's amazing" I should have been more amazed at, I don't know where I picked these forced habits or views from.
Lonely bump.
Whenever I get sober, it's like I wear God's uniform of his humiliation ritual.
