DIY Lobotomy:
Step one: Buy an icepick Now if you seriously thought I was going to teach you how to perform a lobotomy, you either need to see a therapist or you are an enthusiast of movies that showcase brain-numbing gore. Nevertheless, each of the steps to follow will walk you through the process that I took to help alleviate symptoms of anxiety and depression in my life.

So what do I mean when I say “buy an icepick”?

As you are shopping the store looking for that nice shiny icepick to help turn your brain into scrambled eggs, you notice the different shapes, sizes, prices, etc. of the various picks. You decide that it is best to write down the specifications of each pick and compare it to your needs. It’s time to do the same with your negative habits.

Two steps ahead. I am always two steps ahead. This has been the greatest social experiment of my entire life. It’s alluring, it’s compelling, it’s gripping, to observe all these unwell, disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories, ideas, rivalries. Where they feel encouraged and engaged. Where they involve themselves with the stories, and become a product of influence. Thirsty for a distraction from time unspent spoiling their minds, yet stimulating them at the same time. It’s brilliant. And it’s dangerous. I feel as if I’m monitoring ants on an ant farm. One follows another, follows another, follows another. It’s mesmerizing. It’s spellbinding. All these little consumers, all of these lost and bored people. People consuming anything that they’re told to consume. So, I am the villain, because I’ve made myself one.

Yesterday my whole class had to stay behind for 30 minutes because some kid kept yelling “sigma sigma on the wall, who’s the skibidiest of them all”

What if I... put my Minecraft bed... 😳 next to yours... 😳 aha ha, just kidding.. 😂 unless.. ? 😳

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He said he'd sleep with my mum in COD and 4 weeks later I found out my mother had been sleeping in a casket. It wasn't his fault but I blame him. 1/10