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Another terrible birthday

Why do I bother getting my hopes up anymore, I know hope is a good thing but I'm sick of it.

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Nielsen’s Web Panel was just announced and now you can get paid to browse the web.

Welcome to the future. If you don’t know their history, Nielsen has been a trusted name in market research since 1929. In the 30s and 40s, they measured radio station popularity and in 1950, they moved to television ratings. Now they’ve started measuring internet trends and rewarding people that help them do it.

Note: this isn’t a ‘get rich quick’ kind of thing, just a neat way to make some extra money and for something that you’re already doing.

You can join the panel here if getting paid to look at memes sounds like your cup of tea.

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List of things I want

• to see panic at the disco in concert once more before I die

• to feel wanted

• to fall asleep wrapped up in your arms

• to have all the cats I want and the money for it

• to know what it’s like to just know that they want you there and not have to have validation

• to be happy

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Fuck today. Fuck yesterday. I know time will make it better but I just wanna wallow

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If you really wanna die, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you really wanna die, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you really wanna die and your mental health’s the reason why, if you really wanna die clap your hands (Clap, clap)

If you wanna slit your wrists, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you wanna slit your wrists, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you wanna slit your wrists cuz you’re just so tired of this, if you wanna slit your wrists clap your hands (Clap, clap)

If you wanna kill yourself, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you wanna kill yourself, clap your hands (Clap, clap) If you wanna kill yourself and just wish someone would help, if you wanna kill yourself clap your hands (Clap, clap)

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My soul was dead when you found me yesterday. Today it was forgotten. And tomorrow it will be gone. Forever.

Lydia W.

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Me, angrily throwing handfuls of corn at ducks at 3:54am on Tuesday: YOU WANT SOME CORN FUCKING EAT THE CORN YOU FUCKING DUCK FUCK YOU YOU DONT PAY RENT ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND AND EAT CORN BUT WHEN I SIT AROUND AND EAT CORN ALL DAY IM “DEPRESSED” FUCK YOUR AND YOUR WEBBED FEET!

*ducks calmly and gratefully eat the corn*

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Me: wow I feel pretty good

Depression: …..

Me: hoe don’t do it.

Depression: you’re a fucking useless piece of shit. Kill yourself.

Me: goddamnit.

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J/k there’s no way to do that.

Just let me sleep brain. Damn.

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