So it all started in my math class last Friday, there was a wellbeing form that I started getting pretty real with. I described how many fake-friends in this high-level honors program have abandoned me AND blatantly avoiding me by doing shit like moving to other tables if I'm sitting at theirs first, acting like they don't hear anything I say etc.. One line of the responses I described how I was coping with gym and sleep and ended off with "if that doesn't work, I don't even know" which gave off some suicidal energy to be fair. So instead of the teacher who MADE and is supposed to HANDLE RESPONSES from this form personally talking to me, he screenshotted the response and sent it to the counselor, which resulted in me being sent down to meet her for a 15 min talk today. During that talk I basically repeated and lightly elaborated on what I meant in the wellbeing form, and had college shilled to me because of course.
That took 1/4th the time in comparison to my January interrogation, which due to me searching things like "low inhib" plus other blackpill terms and mass shooters out of pure schizoautistic curiosity. That was an entire hour with the mini-Epstein coordinator where I was *crying* from how personal and retardedly tangential some of the questions were,
and many more. At least I was able to keep my cool by only watering up a little this time 
picrel
That took 1/4th the time in comparison to my January interrogation, which due to me searching things like "low inhib" plus other blackpill terms and mass shooters out of pure schizoautistic curiosity. That was an entire hour with the mini-Epstein coordinator where I was *crying* from how personal and retardedly tangential some of the questions were,
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"How would your parents feel if they found out you watched pornography -- NOT SAYING THAT YOU DO NECESSARILY"picrel
