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I know it's no longer a novel observation how the entire internet is enshittified now but it's still shocking that so many of the things we depend on had such a sudden and marked decline in quality.

Google results are mostly ads. Facebook is 90% ads, 10% domestic terrorists. Twitter is... well, not Twitter and it's only good for Nazis to yell at each other in the hopes they make .0004 cents per tweet. Instagram is ads. TikTok is misinformation central. YouTube serves forty-seven ads per second of videos watched.

Every news article is behind a paywall, and some of them are just AI-text garbled from someone else's much better article, also behind a paywall.

AI art has made it impossible to find images you want. It's also exploded the use and potential use of misinformation. Your data is now being fed to generative AIs to make cheap slop that only makes information harder to find and source.

Everyone wants you using their app instead of a web browser so that you aren't allowed to block the 3,487 ads per page that have to load.

Amazon is full of fake or low-quality dupes of the things you actually want to buy. Netflix and other streaming services are raising prices, cutting available shows, and erasing the existence of shows in order to avoid paying writers. Art hosting sites such as DeviantArt allow your work to be scraped for NFTs and generative AI without your consent or any form of compensation. Spotify has demonetized over 80% of their tracks and pays the rest astoudingly low, worse than the other streaming services which also underpay.

Everything is a subscription service which means not only are you paying for the same product in perpetuity but you never technically own any tool you use and your right to use it can be revoked at any time. Everything has to be a "smart" product so when the business inevitably folds and/or the servers shut down, your product no longer works. Hope it's not something you need!

Every company no longer accepts phone calls but routes you through a series of automated messages until finally dumping you off to an overworked and underpaid person who has no power to help you. Speaking of phones, you can't use them for calls. There are so many robocallers and scams that no one in their right mind picks up the phone anymore. Texts are going the same way. No one wants to dig through 100 scam messages to find the one from the person they actually want to talk to.

It's all just the inevitable end result of capitalism. It doesn't have to be this way. But there needs to be regulation, and fast, or the "Dead Internet Theory" will no longer be a fringe theory.

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self sabotage

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being an emotionally charged child who grew up into a schizoid adult is crazy because i wanted to be mysterious so bad, thinking it would make everyone want to be friends with me, and now that i am it's like oh. it turns out i cannot make genuine intimate connections like this.

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oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.

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Hello, I am Fidaa from Gaza, a mother of two children

i need your help if you can

Please donate to save my life and my family🇵🇸🍉

My link in bio

https://gofund.me/94b9dfe0

I hope we can shed a little light on the dark times you are facing, even if it's just a little

Please consider donating!

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All my money was refunded by mistake.

‏🙏🏻🥺Hi friend, please listen to me

‏Help me by donating or sharing my campaign and reposting it

‏😥💔what happened to me is terrible

‏We had to start over with our campaign. The site was difficult to use.

‏Initially, we had a campaign that was set up incorrectly and had to be shut down and restarted. We thought this was successful, but it wasn't.

‏When we asked them to permanently close the old link, they instead refunded everything we worked so hard to raise to the new link.

‏We are sad that we have to start from scratch, but we refuse to lose hope.

‏If your donation was refunded, please consider sending it to our new link or if you are a new supporter, please help us rebuild what we lost. We apologize for any inconvenience, we are disappointed that we had to ask for this and hope you will continue to stand with us, you can read the details on my profile page.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-oday-and-family-evacuate-gaza-rebuild-lives

‏This campaign was published and verified by @el-shab-hussen

I really hope you manage to reach and surpass everything that you lost from your old campaign

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I'm  reaching out to you in desperate need of help. I'm  not a beggar, and it's difficult for me to do this, but circumstances have forced me to ask for assistance. I hope you see my message and can help me. Here is my family's story:

We are a family of 8 living in Gaza. We were once living a beautiful life filled with contentment. Suddenly, on October 7th, we woke up to terrifying bombing sounds and were shocked to find ourselves in an ongoing genocide that has lasted for almost ten months. We were displaced from our home on the third day of the war, with nowhere to go. This was the beginning of our misfortune; we lost our warm, beautiful home and have been displaced approximately 11 times. We have lost many family members, and the losses continue to this day😭😭💔💔. We have lost our source of income, and essential goods are extremely expensive and scarce. We can barely afford the minimum necessities. Even cleaning supplies are completely out of stock, and those available in the market are of such poor quality that they have caused skin allergies and other conditions. I'm Mena, 19 years old, and was a first-year medical student. Now, what? All my dreams have been shattered; there are no dreams here. We want to continue living normally and fulfill our dreams, but we urgently need your help. Please, assist us by sharing this message and donating if you can. Thank you in advance to everyone.😔🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🍉🍉🍉🍉https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-get-my-family-escape-gaza-to-safety

I encourage everyone to read this family's story I really really hope they reach their goal

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Hello 😇👋,

My family and I are facing incredibly difficult times due to the ongoing war in Gaza 💔. Our dreams and future have been shattered, leaving us feeling lost and without purpose. My brother Ahmad and I have launched a GoFundMe campaign to help us escape Gaza, continue our education, and support our family.

Making a small donation or sharing the campaign — would mean the world to us.

Link: https://gofund.me/ace8d602

Thank you so much for your kindness and support 💖

With gratitude,

Anas Basil

Vetted by @90-ghost & by association

Free Palestine!

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Hi, friend 👋

I hope you are well, My name is Janeursural from Gaza, with great sadness I am reaching you today to help move my family members from Gaza to Egypt, My family's situation is getting worse day by day. My mother has an injured foot and needs care and treatment. She has severe pain in her foot, but there is no treatment or care available, and my nieces need milk and food.

Death is facing us every moment😭, I have created a fundraiser to get financial  help, please Donate whatever you can if it is $10,$20,$30,$40,$50 it will make a big difference in our journey.

Spread my story, And Reblog it will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart🙏🍉🍉🍉

Vetted by @fallahfag

@gazavettors

I hope you reach your goal!

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Hello dear friend, 💚

My family and I have lost everything in the Gaza war 💔. We’re struggling to survive and desperate for any support. Could you please take a moment to check our pinned post and consider donating? Even the smallest contribution could make a huge difference for us.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts ❤️🥺

Farah

We are vetted by @gazavetters

Sending thoughts and prayers, it's the least I can do

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girl help everything i do feels like a performance

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"IS THIS THE DEATH OF ART?" Well art has died before. Art died in both the 1980s and 1940s. Art died in the industrial revolution. Art died when they invented the printing press. Art died when we stopped painting on cave walls. Art died when you, personally, stopped finger painting. You can absolutely be a hater though that's part of it

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The Schizoid Smile

As people with schizoid dynamics we often find ourselves navigating a world that demands social interaction, while our true desire leans toward keeping our distance from others. This creates a disconnect between what others expect and how we actually feel. One of the ways we manage this tension is by wearing a social mask; putting on a facade of friendliness helps us avoid discomfort, judgment, or confrontation.

When we choose not to smile or engage in typical social cues, we may inadvertently give off an impression of being hostile, rude, or stuck-up. This lack of expression can be misinterpreted by others as disinterest or even arrogance, leading them to form negative perceptions about us. These misunderstandings can invite negative reactions, which further reinforce our desire to withdraw. Ironically, the very effort to maintain distance and avoid discomfort can sometimes trigger the very conflict or confrontation we seek to avoid.

The "schizoid smile" isn't a reflection of genuine happiness or warmth. Instead, it's a survival tactic. It allows us to move through social situations without drawing unwanted attention, but deep down, it doesn't represent a desire for connection or making friends. For many of us, the act of smiling or appearing friendly is a conscious choice to meet external expectations. The world sees our smile, but internally, we maintain a psychological distance, shielding ourselves from the deeper nature of interpersonal interaction.

The challenge arises when people misinterpret this friendliness as an invitation to get to know us better. What they perceive as a sign of interest or connection is often just our protective mechanism doing its thing. This can lead to frustration on both sides, as others expect closeness that we aren't prepared to offer. It’s common to become dismissive when our smile invites further engagement, which is the opposite of what we desire. We are often misunderstood, trapped between appearing approachable and needing to maintain our distance.

For covert schizoids, this tension can be a regular experience. We have become skilled at emotional camouflage, acting in ways that satisfy social norms while internally holding onto our need for space. This gap between outward appearance and internal reality is a core feature of the schizoid experience.

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The questions I hate answering are those people ask to be polite, not out of any genuine desire to know. They are more like greetings than genuine questions.

"How are you?", "How's your day going?", "How was your weekend?", "What have you been up to?".

Being asked these questions feels like a deliberate exposal of my unemotional default. I feel the same every day, but I can't say that because they wouldn't understand. I'm fine, I say. Who gives a shit.

How would I describe myself? I don't know. I don't know who I am and I don't believe I ever did. I feel everyone else's descriptions of me never fit quite right.

Of course I never ask people those questions in return, because I don't care. And I've never been chastised for not asking, which tells me they don't care either. Regardless, they manage to carry the conversation on their own anyway. People love talking about themselves.

Job interviews are the most dreadful, being judged on your character and mannerisms. Don't smile enough or act alive enough, and the job isn't for you. It's genuinely just painful to fake my reactions because I can feel how plastic that is.

My identity is a shattered porcelain mask whose pieces I misplace and can't wear properly. Without that mask all that's left is a void.

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Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From GAZA WAR

Dear Humanity,

I'm Haya from Gaza , from a family of 8 people: my parents, two sons, and four daughters (two of them suffer from allergies).

I've witnessed the evidence of the tragedy that has struck our lives in Gaza, where my family and I have survived amidst numerous previous wars. But today, we face the most dangerous and fierce battle in the current war. The urgent need intensifies for us, as we have nothing left and are unable to secure our basic needs such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here is our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever, my family and I evacuated from northern Gaza to southern Gaza, hoping to return soon, but it wasn't meant to be. Our home was surrounded, burned, and then completely destroyed, Our home, once a fortress of hope, now lay in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

The night before we left from the north to the south was terrifying. Shelling sounds were everywhere, making a loud noise that felt like it went through our souls. Every explosions shook the ground like earthquakes, sending shockwaves of fear through our trembling bodies. filling us with fear. The air smelled of destruction and blood, making it hard to breathe. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, realizing our home was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets and with each step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were plunging deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we own in our home: Clothes, important official documents, the car, and literally it's almost everything - the enormity of our loss weighed heavily upon us.

Our home it was where we found hope, safety, and made precious memories. Losing it felt like losing years of our lives, leaving us adrift amidst the wreckage of our shattered existence.

A brief video depicting the devastation that struck our home and our entire neighborhood in Gaza.

Desperate Plea: Escaping Gaza's Allergy Nightmare

I, Haya, suffer from severe allergy to penicillin-derived medications, and my sister, Amal, also suffers from severe allergies to medications from my family such as Paracetamol and Ibuprofen.

These allergies create a deep sense of fear and anxiety for us, as we live in a constant state of tension and fear of anything that may require a visit to the hospital. We fear being given inappropriate medications due to the unavailability of suitable treatments in Gaza because of war or lack of awareness and not informing the doctor of our allergies, which could lead to serious consequences threatening our lives.

MY Father Income

Our dreams are heading towards oblivion in the labyrinth of an uncertain future

My story, along with my siblings, represents a united team of four individuals, three of whom are skilled programmers and one graphic designer. We work as freelancers in the world of freelancing.

As for my younger sister, she is a student studying at the College of Architecture. She has always carried a big dream in her heart, a dream of being part of changing Gaza, of making it more beautiful and better. She looked forward to the day when she would receive her degree and start building this dream. But the beginning of the war changed everything. The destruction of infrastructure and universities cast shadows of despair over her dreams.

When I think of my brother in Belgium, I can't help but feel deep sadness. He has been suffering from unbearable anxiety and insomnia since the outbreak of the war. Sleep eludes him at night, and his physical and mental health collapses under the weight of these heavy burdens, negatively affecting his performance at work. Problems and challenges pile up in front of him without the slightest opportunity for rest.

We all feel psychological pressure and extreme anxiety. The war hasn't been limited to external attacks but has deeply infiltrated our daily lives. We search among the rubble for a little safety and the basic resources for survival. Every day comes with a new challenge that we must overcome.

As we sway amidst the rubble of shattered dreams, our souls wrestle and our hearts beat strongly challenging the ravages of war.

Our parents earnestly seek a way to rescue us from this hell, feeling the heavy responsibility for every moment we spend under the shadows of fear and destruction. They dream of a safe place where they can build for us a better future, filled with security and hope, for we deserve life in all its meanings of comfort and peace.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a light in the midst of darkness, it is indeed the only hope we cling to firmly.

I appeal to the world as a whole to hear my cry and the mournful cry of my family in Gaza. We need the helping hand that reaches out to wipe our tears and build a bridge to safety.

Your donation is not just a donation; it's an opportunity to rebuild life and brighten a better tomorrow. Be part of our hopeful story, for we need your hand to start anew.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The goal of this fundraising campaign is to rescue my family - my parents, my siblings, and me - through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt, which currently requires $5000 per person. This campaign is our only chance to stay alive, and I humbly request your assistance at this critical time. I will provide you with a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses, committing to transparency and clarity.

All of our important links are here https://linktr.ee/hayanahed

Verified by :

⭐️ operation olive branch, number 26 on their spreadsheet. (On Master list)

⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249 on their spreadsheet. Or you could see it as number 212 here is the photo for more clear proof

Thank you for your kindness and support.

.جزاكم الله خيراً

yours sincerely;

Haya Alshawish.

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Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Please everyone help this family if you can

It's difficult to stay positive but even a little can go a long way

I hope you're doing well too!

Thank you for reaching out and I hope you'll meet your goal soon!!!

Sending lots of love and wishing you all the very best