Cold turkey. Cold roast beef. Cold bologna. It's all cancer. It's all HT via HTML.

You can't really confirm what led to the decision. Or if it was a choice. Lack of intimacy. Elimination of personhood.

Isn't that what we incels want? To be seen as people? Appreciated for our uniqueness deSPITE(TM) our chudness? What about skid row talent? Do they not bleed? Maybe they thought it was a art film at first. I empathize.

Now. I close my eyes and imagine. IT TAKES AWHILE. First, it was memories from my life. Things that stuck around. then I'd add to it. Got bored after a few days.

Then I'd imagine my ex situationship watching something. Full of shame. Feet and furries and pain. His shame was key 🔑

Then I thought of him and his best friend....and then his post nuttt shame for getting their F2L hopes up. Side by side. And his awkwardness when running into them again, all next to their weird little scene.

Last night, he ghosted his friend's birthday only a week after initiating 40 minutes of fully clothed drunk knee play. They saw John Maus and his friend even paid.

What an asshole.

Did the trick.

Am I violating him ? Taylor Swift says there's no such thing as bad thoughts. Only bad blood. Does the trick. No harm done. HT is bad. I'M not bad. "If you wouldn't want it to be filmed in your living room, why participate at all?"