a printer error is an attempt from god to get you to kill yourself but you must be stronger and you must must must beat the printer to death with a large object like object
Amazing how I’m a grown adult and I still cannot shake the exact same childhood feeling of thinking im going to “get in trouble”
The amount of people who have told me to get tested for ocd over this post or reassess my chilrhood or some shit is unreal. Put your worries to rest I have diagnosed ocd and my childhood sucked
autistic but my special interest is masking so nobody knows. i walk into da break room at work, everyone gets a chill up their spine but they cant figure out why
i do think id look good as fuck after receiving an obviously lethal blow. like i feel id do a great job looking down at my body to see a gaping hole in it, making eye contact with you, saying “oh” very quietly before i keel over… stuff like that
