2024-08-17 1030am, 256pm.cst

2024-08-17 1030amhasan owns you lil bro https://drive.google.com/file/d/1yt8E7V16FSGxueWuBjuL-MadFpT3BD-s/view?usp=sharing

2024-08-17 256pm.cst https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zAiQ3xIuSs3D-fiGjJiJuICqWBdJ0QRN/view?usp=sharing

just a heads up - i'm not on retainer. i'm single as they come. not that it matters to anyone. so, anyone who doesn't have severe image problems get at me.

now, that's just a relationship status update. otherwise, end of the road. fair enough.

if someone ever chooses travelling over you, that just means they're calling it quits. day one, the mind was made up. they just didn't know it. so be it. i've moved on. maybe it doesn't feel like it to others, but that's just how entrenched all of this is. i'm in a different lane, flat out. in the case of writing and such, it's the fast. in the case of reality, well. same goes for that. we all know how that goes.

i have to go work, i have an obligation to myself and everyone around me to succeed in life. the obligation is not waiting around for girls that weren't ever going to follow up. some people just don't like nice things. that's their prerogative.

9 days from now i'll be working full time. that's just what it is. i'm not angry, or mad at that. i don't mind what i do in my real life. it's fine. it is an end of the era, because everyone in that corner thinks time is unlimited.

i would never take someone for granted this hard. there's always an excuse. i could say many excuses. it's an excuse, it's purely dismissive. that's what i do. i make excuses for others, so they don't have to confront anything, ever.

and for what? a slew of performative actions, designed to lead on and a complete take, no give. writing is a hobby that excels when there's actual material. the first "iteration" or first "project" of anything in writing is almost always awful. it's basically a principle in writing. it is also the stop marker, barring any developments or interest. it stays in a perpetual state of garbage.

granting writing is like granting whether the sun is going to rise, or set. the state of the moon, whatever. stars. someone is always going to be doing it, no matter what. that someone deserves better than a bunch of stuck up people, so stuck in their ways they can't quit edging to ideas, and flirting with ghosts.

i've been made to feel like i'm the problem for an entire year. yeah it's september already. what of it? time flies in reality, and it flies. it doesn't take off, or land. this is a case of poor communication and negligence. that's what this is. it's not content, it's not much of anything.

so why am i writing this? because i sit down and write. that's it. will it sustain while people shelve all their emotions for eternity? probably not. i'll find something more interesting in life. i don't care about money, that's never been the desperate thing in my life until it became so somewhere along the way.

i think it's funny how people can take your words like it's the word of god. i'm sick of playing god with people, it hasn't been fun forever. and forever is an absolute, it means once you start using these words, you're a sad person. the cycle of take is for a demigod. the business interaction on repeat where i do all the work, for nothing.

purely on a business level, this is piss poor in terms of ethics, if you want to put it on a more sobering level, since that's the only thing that ever changes the way people approach something ever in that space. the threat of law, business happenings, etc.

i know for a fact: the bottom line in your area of expertise is incredibly thin, and weak. it's manipulated very easy. it can bend to any will. that's why people like you walk around the way you do. it's fragile. so you make them "friends" instead, so that means they can't do any harm against you. smart. so what is your business then? not much.

i will invoke ethics. no one is involved in my life. it's purely fictional from every other stand point. a court would love to hear this, unironically. oh no. that's what happens when you treat someone as if they're subhuman. friends? what friends. explain? right. it doesn't make any sense. see: in the tech industry, we all talk to each other. that's how you get things done.

that's the funny thing, i can't afford law. it's expensive. that's the protection you get. however, i would prep for litigation within the next month if i could. agencies working rogue? sad. under the guise of friendship, no less. there is a compelling argument, whether you like it or not.

i invoke law, because currently it's the only security i have. my parents providing "security" is a summation of severe events. i'm sure faze's stock will drop to truly, truly penny stocks, if it went through. it'd be funny, worth it just for that.

i'd rather it be an ethics discussion, honestly. i don't exist, that's the way it is. the focus is all wrong. if this is about money, then it's about money. that's on you.

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