Written 07 October 2019
I can afford to lose an online friend―A. K. A. "acquaintance"―or two at this point.
Let me make certain things clear: I do not brag about being a hopeless case of the so-called "weeb syndrome" on my posts here; I am still in the process of "recuperating" mentally; I am in the process of re-orienting myself to write this current novel project I've held for a long time; my eyes have a lower mipmapping capability and LOD than the average person; and lastly, I am tolerating this little inside joke about my current standing in life―barely. Just because one has a high-paying job does not grant them the license to look down on others―especially those who find social interactions of any kind taxing―for being "unproductive". And certainly, that attitude would not fly with me. I can just drop you off my meagre "friends list" on Zuccfeed for being an imposing asshole.
I don't need any more reminders of my pathetic excuse of a life.
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