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I don't have much hope for the future anymore, it feels all very bleak. I don't know if there's really a point in working hard, studying or even expecting to have a half decent future, because ai will replace almost all of us unless the tech ceos and the government wants to step in, which they won't with how they are. there's a big chance we'll all be dirt poor living horrible lives, in technofeudalist ultra conservative dictatorships, in the not all that distant future, if WW3 doesn't kill us first. the risk feels more imminent than ever. then there's climate change, and if we're dirt poor and abandonned by our governments, we're even more fucked. life will be horrible for men who aren't ultra rich already, but for women it will be even worse since i'm like 75% sure with the heritage foundation in power with their projects, and the massive brainwashing of gen z & alpha boys/men, women will be stripped of their rights completely and all the western world will follow. so i don't know if there's a point in sticking around, if on top of everything i'm going to end up as some slave to some guy who hates me.

i've always known govs were corrupted and there's lots of hidden evil in this world, but now it's so naked and blatant. everyone is becoming crazy, and we're all getting so extreme politically. i also feel like i feel this world is being operated increasingly by evil rich people who hate us and want to do everything that makes them more powerful and rich at our expense, and there's nothing we can do.

I think we're all living in the very end of an era; of peace in the west, freedom, high living standards, abundance, and human rights. I think soon, we'll be living in a horrible dystopian world none of us ever thought we'd know.

i sometimes wonder if living is worth it, if we'll all be miserable soon without escape

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We met on a dating app—no, not Tinder—and he messaged me first. We talked for a few days and clicked fast. We’re both artists learning tattooing, traded art, hyped each other up, then moved to texting. He kept asking for selfies, calling me beautiful, and sending his back. He was cute, fit, tall enough without being towering, and covered in tattoos like me.

He wanted to hang out and hook up, but I needed childcare, so we planned for him to come over while my six-month-old napped and I monitored the baby the whole time. He even offered Starbucks and gas-station snacks, which I declined. When he arrived he hugged me, took off his shoes without being asked, admired my gaming setup, and cuddled with me on the couch. He complimented my hair, touched it gently, then kissed me. We hooked up and the chemistry was real—he was attentive, no awkwardness, very compatible.

Afterward we talked, and he said he’d probably come over again the next day. Before he came over I’d warned him my ex’s belongings were still there in trash bags by the door. When he noticed them at the end of the night he tensed and said I should get rid of them. I agreed, and he relaxed. He hugged and kissed me goodbye. I noticed dimples I’d never seen in photos, told him they were cute, and he abruptly said goodnight.

The next day he barely replied. Then out of nowhere he texted, “I think I’m gay lmao.” I couldn't tell if he was kidding. He said he was serious and had been thinking about it. I noticed he’d unmatched me on the app. I respected it but asked if this was just him disappearing after sex. He said it wasn’t about me, just stuff in his head. I told him if he ever figured things out he could text me. He promised he would and sent a black heart. We haven’t spoken since.

I’m 25, he’s 27, and I’d just left an abusive relationship. I wasn’t naïve—just enjoying my freedom. Still, the whole thing doesn’t make sense.