He's dead to me. I switch rapidly between hoping his zombifying body dies ASAP, and missing the person he was before Nazis brainwashed and stole him.
He was a shitty friend who gatekept random things, like listening to bands in his mid-twenties. Much due to toxic masculinity. I found him quite cringey. Now he's a Nazi.
Yet I mourn his cringe ass each day. A whole person was lost to Nazis. I'm cycling, and I need new outlooks on this situation to get out of this rut. My self care is suffering.
new account with weird post that’s probably :bait:
If so, bait for what? :thinking-about-it:
idk the terminology is strange, so maybe they’ll edit it later? I don’t get it either lol
I'll leave a note for Comrade Amogus, just in case. :sus-soviet:
tbh I was thinking of posting something like this thread next week. Somber reflections on relationships lost to shitty politics.