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 Recently i had a dream where this rich guy who owned everything built (or hired someone to build) a gigantic robot so he could destroy all the property he didnt own and people would have to buy property from him. Naturally me and my family felt like it was our personal responsibility to stop him, but naturally we failed spectacularly, almost immediately. What do you think that means? -billie 😪😴

So, someone on reddit, god bless them, gave me actual feedback about my blogs, that actually helps me, and im really grateful for that. They kinda asked me a question that i dont know the answer to and that is "why am i doing this?" To answer that question, this started out as me trying to find a way to make easy pocket change, but i didnt end up following through on monetizing it. Like if that was even an option anyway. I still had fun though, so i kept doing it. Three examples that person gave was "improving my writing", "a journaling excersize", or "making comedic rants". All of those and the possibility of gaining a like minded audience who can relate to, and maybe gain something from, the things i say, i think. And just something to do. I realize i dont make the things i write all that readable, i tend to write them the way i think them, so it comes out a bit messy, but ill work on it. However i wont edit the things ive already written. I li...

 There once was a plant named wintelnina (or winnie, as she was often reffered to) after its owner, wendy's, favorite book character. They lived happily in a small apartment together with wendy's boyfriend of two years, Andy. Winnie was quite content for those two years, wendy took good care of her, she did. She watered her every day and extra when it was hot, she pruned it when it needed pruning, she kept the bugs off of it, and she always spoke to it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Always. Until one hot summer day when.. she didnt. Winnie of course couldnt see where her owner had gone, but she knew where she was, for she had been telling andy about it all morning. He spoke back in short confirmations of processed like "mhmm" and "i hear you." But wintelnina could hear the flipping of magazine pages coming from where shed normally hear the scraping of forks against plates or the stirring of hot liquids. Wendy scoffed and all wintelnina co...

Idgaf what weve "proven", people dont get to tell me what to believe. because i feel like everyone acts like youre an idiot for believing in astrology, and while, yeah, im sure its full of bullshit, their version isnt any better. I dont, for a second, believe in the shit other earthlings who like just now got to earths moon, tell me about other planets and stars lightyears away. Like, bitch have you ever been to that planet? No. So then how can you tell me what gravitys like there? How do you know its made of this element we have on earth just from what it looks like when, for all we know, if you actually get close it could literally be trillions of microscopic little bugs forming that whole planet? It could have entirely different properties and be an entirely different thing we as born and raised earthlings couldnt begin to comprehend. But we just assume we know, because scientists tell us, when all theyre really telling us is their best guess, which can not be that accurat...

I like to pretend people are scared of me... like i intimdate them with just a look or something. I know when people tell me i scare them theyre joking, but i still brag about it. I guess i just like to feel like i cant be fucked with, or like people respect me enough to know not to. Very much not the case though, because if it were they wouldnt keep doing it. People say hurtful things and then apologize profusely like they think im gonna hurt them, or at least thats how i like to think about it, but i know its actually that they think they hurt me. I keep thinking about how fucked up i am, and then cringing because when i phrase it that way it makes it sound like i think im traumatized or edgy or some shit, when by fucked up i just mean i feel like i wasnt built right. I finally found a better word. Im a botched person. #bleh

Fuuuuuck, holy fucking shit you guys my life is not cool enough!!!! I do nothing! I do nothing and i dont know what to do about it! Ive always wanted to be a main character but that movie would have such horrible reviews. Holy shit. I dont know what to do because how the hell do i make my life more cinematic when i cant cut out the boring parts and i never do anything dramatic enough to feel like fiction?! This kind of ties back to that thing about how i need to take a risk... On top of that i need more follow through. I wish my life could have a soundtrack, and ive made plenty, but unfortunately thats not the same thing. I dont want to be watched, i just want to be watchable. I saw this guy i cant decide how to feel about on spotlight (tik tok is too slow and ruins music, and i made the mistake of following too many cat accounts on instagram so now thats all i see on reels) and he said he tells his kids when they say theyre bored "then youre being boring." Or something, whic...

 So, im not really sure what to post about, usually i just start by writing smth and the rest just happens bc its where my mind goes. I questioned my friendship with my best friend again, and im awaiting an argument with my other because either its just a natural step to becoming closer friends, or its how our relationship will end. Either way, im waiting. I had a dream last night where me and my cousin had a conversation about video games and i earned his respect but then i immediately lost it by accidentally breaking one of his video games. My plants are doing really fucking well, but im concerned bc i need to thin them out asap but i dont want them to die if the last frost hasnt passed Also i dont know how to take care of plants tbh. I dont want to be here... Im so tired, but i know im fine, im just drained bc ive been socializing and then also arguing with my bsf, and my other sorta half friend was being nosy, and caffiene just isnt working. Also ive trying to be productive, an...

(Disclaimor: i ran this by chatGPT for spelling, puncuation, and gramatical errors, and to make it so its paced better. And that even though i reread it, and know it changed something and i didnt like it, but dont remember what it was and cant find it again to fix it, i still posted this.) I worry I sound kinda bonkers sometimes. It’s not totally inconceivable that maybe I just am a little off my rockers, but who cares? I’ll tell you who cares: me! I care! Billie cares! I saw a post on Snapchat Spotlight the other day that said “that one person who always follows your friend group around,” and the sound was basically screaming “stop!” There was a comment that said “fr, she thinks people like her,” and another that said “he talks to himself.” (I’m paraphrasing.) Here’s the thing—I was probably that person. I used to follow my best friend around like a lost puppy. She always had other friends, and I was just tagging along in the back being quiet. And I felt stupid as fuck. When I get anx...

 Uggggghhhhhh... ok so for some reason i cant leave comments on my own posts, so i just wanted to say, i appreciate feedback, im very new to this, and havent had many viewers, but the only comment ive gotten so far was not at all constructive, so if youre gonna say negative things, thats fine, but please explain so i actually have the chance to improve. But yes, i understand that probably their goal wasnt to be helpful.