cookiemonste · Pepe Collector · 2 points ·
To say that the geopolitical happening of the last few months hasn't affected me would be an understatement. Iran war, Trump abolishing democracy, and our (German) government playing catch-up and treating its own people with such contempt and disgust while openly displaying greed and corruption and enabling an even worse  authoritarianism and people cheering for it, is troubling me deeply.
It is quite revolting, but unlike the French, we are most obedient and don't go out and protest unless it's for the most dogshit or dumb things imaginable.
My addiction, like my eating, is a product of the l constant mental stress that I am going through. If I could just escape all of this and get some respite, I could recover. Luckily, I do have a two-week holiday coming up, in which I intend to do a lot of cycling, even cycling to Berlin to express my anger in a legal way. But to be honest, that's just a plan, and what will happen is that I will just sit home all day wasting away, thinking myself to death.
I have gained a lot of weight, and I feel very unhappy with it, but in the end, I will not do anything to address it other than complain and beat myself up.
I really don't know what to do or how to hold on anymore. Nothing brings me joy anymore, and at work, I just feel like a robot, like a cog in a system that is slowly falling apart.
I have been reading some more classic literature lately, and that is the reason why my writing is a bit old-fashioned today.
One Gin-Tonic, please.
It is quite revolting, but unlike the French, we are most obedient and don't go out and protest unless it's for the most dogshit or dumb things imaginable.
My addiction, like my eating, is a product of the l constant mental stress that I am going through. If I could just escape all of this and get some respite, I could recover. Luckily, I do have a two-week holiday coming up, in which I intend to do a lot of cycling, even cycling to Berlin to express my anger in a legal way. But to be honest, that's just a plan, and what will happen is that I will just sit home all day wasting away, thinking myself to death.
I have gained a lot of weight, and I feel very unhappy with it, but in the end, I will not do anything to address it other than complain and beat myself up.
I really don't know what to do or how to hold on anymore. Nothing brings me joy anymore, and at work, I just feel like a robot, like a cog in a system that is slowly falling apart.
I have been reading some more classic literature lately, and that is the reason why my writing is a bit old-fashioned today.
One Gin-Tonic, please.

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