My day started horribly, I began completely stressing out like on Monday night when I went to bed and slept only for 2 hours; I had to live on this $1, a small cup of deli coffee for the entire day.
incels.is
It started picking up when I went to go participate in this hackathon for poor, brown, and black students like myself.
I came up with some ideas and had to present some AI that can be used for social utility and how we would accomplish it using data in exchange for some gift cards at the end.
We had a good presentation and I met this high IQ, nigga who was some CTO for an agrotech startup using big data and we exchanged emails. I left the building at around 6 pm and went to this halal food stand to buy a gyro and a sprite for when I went back home using the money my father gave to buy lunch and a one-way MTA card for home while he works his shift.
Then my day went terrible: I got extremely lost somewhere in midtown Manhattan and my heart began racing from stress. Luckily I found the right train and after getting on 2 express trains later, I got home.
Once I arrived at my last stop and started walking home, I began breathing profusely, my heart began having palpitations, and hot blood pooled in my brain making me feel dizzy. I had a complete panic attack for 20 minutes once I arrived inside and here I am writing this thread reflecting on the last 12 hours on my couch, alone in the dark.
I am going to write a thread tomorrow about going to a (((
psychiatrist))), I think stress is making life almost unlivable for me lately and I need to sleep badly, see you brocels tomorrow: I need to badly rest. I need some jewpills now!
Now I can add mentally ill to the reasons why I am so fucking alone and perpetually unhappy, JFL at this life.
@bigantennaemay1 @Mentally lost cel @kanyepilled @SlutLiberationFront @keksofthebest @Transcended Trucel @Ceasarcel
@Netzachcel @Nebuchadnezzar @Meus
Even sleeping stresses me out.
I tried to go to sleep a bit earlier tonight and I felt stress completely suffocating me for fucking two and half hours; I still feel an indescribable heavy weight pressing on my chest while writing this post. Then I became fucking mad myself for not being able to sleep on time and started to...
incels.is
It started picking up when I went to go participate in this hackathon for poor, brown, and black students like myself.
I came up with some ideas and had to present some AI that can be used for social utility and how we would accomplish it using data in exchange for some gift cards at the end.
We had a good presentation and I met this high IQ, nigga who was some CTO for an agrotech startup using big data and we exchanged emails. I left the building at around 6 pm and went to this halal food stand to buy a gyro and a sprite for when I went back home using the money my father gave to buy lunch and a one-way MTA card for home while he works his shift.
Then my day went terrible: I got extremely lost somewhere in midtown Manhattan and my heart began racing from stress. Luckily I found the right train and after getting on 2 express trains later, I got home.
Once I arrived at my last stop and started walking home, I began breathing profusely, my heart began having palpitations, and hot blood pooled in my brain making me feel dizzy. I had a complete panic attack for 20 minutes once I arrived inside and here I am writing this thread reflecting on the last 12 hours on my couch, alone in the dark.
I am going to write a thread tomorrow about going to a (((
psychiatrist))), I think stress is making life almost unlivable for me lately and I need to sleep badly, see you brocels tomorrow: I need to badly rest. I need some jewpills now!Now I can add mentally ill to the reasons why I am so fucking alone and perpetually unhappy, JFL at this life.
@bigantennaemay1 @Mentally lost cel @kanyepilled @SlutLiberationFront @keksofthebest @Transcended Trucel @Ceasarcel
@Netzachcel @Nebuchadnezzar @Meus
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