A girl is a transfer student to a school in a small town known for it's rich folk-lore and regular reports of monster sightings. This girl has read lots of monster romance stories though, so she can recognize the setup from a mile away. She will meet a boy who seems at first to be an ordinary human student, they will find themselves hopelessly entangled with eachother, she will find out that he's secretly one of the monsters, and then drama will ensue. Will she be able to look past his huge, inconvenient secret? Or will their love for eachother overcome the obstacle in their relationship? But as much as she loves her smut- er, her "romance" novels, she knows that she just isn't assertive and strong enough in real life to handle all that drama. She resolves that she won't bother trying to fight the plot; she already knows how it ends. On the first day, she meets a plain and unassuming boy. He starts telling her the lore of the town, but she knows that anything he says will only make her inevitable decision harder than it has to be. She interrupts him by asking him out on a date him before he can explain the lore of the monsters. He looks surprised, but accepts. Their interests don't line up very well, but if their relationship can't handle them having different interests then how will it survive them being different species? Eventually she discovers a unique enjoyment in figuring out just what makes each of his hobbies so interesting to him, and she gains a sense of perspective trying to communicate just what is so great about each of her own interests. Finally, the dreaded day comes where she will have to confront his true nature. She has been mentally preparing for the reveal, but she feels just as fragile and meek as the day they met. At this point how could she possibly internalize the fact that she's dating- "I'm not the monster." What? She misheard him. "No, you didn't, I was never the monster. I was literally always just the minor side character who explains the lore at the beginning of the story and then gets out of the way." But. Huh? That's confusing. Was there never a monster then? "Oh no, there's definitely a monster. You didn't see him? He's the guy who's always brooding in the corner and who shares all of your hobbies and interests. He actually got really upset when you started dating me. We've basically been cucking him for several months straight..." Huh. That other guy really does stand out once she notices him. That sounds really stressful though! Why did her boyfriend even agree to go out with her in the first place? "It's just hard for me to say no to a girl who is as strong and assertive as you are..." ...Hmm, at this point it's hard to refute that. Maybe she can choose her own boyfriend after all? She does enjoy going to his track meets... "...And I hate to admit it, but all of the stories you've been forcing me to read are actually growing on me. So I guess is this settled then? Will I see you tomorrow?" Yes.

I'm starting to think people didn't mean it whenever they said "that's funny as hell". I'm there right now and this shit isn't funny at all... 🔥🔥👿🔥😥🔥👿🔥🐶🐶🐶🔥🔥

I bet you're wondering why the Epstein files are so heavily censored. What secret is the government so afraid of getting out? Harambe is in the flight logs.

I aquired a new insecurity lately. Would you believe that I'm insecure about my sobriety of all things? I've told various people that I believe it's better to experience authentic pain or suffering than to use substance to avoid the pain. Multiple people have called me a masochist for that. How the hell am I supposed to argue with that? Suppose someone just goes "nah, you aren't sober because you like authenticity like you are always saying. The real reason you are sober because you just really like suffering and punishing yourself. I'm glad I'm not a freak like you!" Is there anything I could even say or do to disprove that? There are so many ways I could turn their argument back on them. Oh yeah? What if someone you loved died? Would you want to feel bad about it? Or is it better to be glad that they died? Or even to not give a shit at all? If you could take a drug which made it so you didn't greave over a loved one's death then would you take it? Here's another one. What if you could feel perfect, non-addictive bliss with no health problems and no side effects and all you had to do was torture and kill an innocent person? (The drug would also take away any feelings of built about it afterward.) Would you kill that person? I refuse to use those arguments however. Partly because I believe that analogies are always bad. And partly because those are really personal questions; asking about the death of a loved one is pretty insensitive, and my own insecurity doesn't make it right to stomp on other people's feelings like that. I should stomp on their feelings in a different, better way.

Life is nothing but a series of failures and let-downs one after the other until you die. Every day something happens to make your life worse than it was yesterday. You can try and try and try your hardest, but you will never meet your own expectations. But somehow despite only ever failing and falling behind, we can take a look and find ourselves further ahead than the last time we checked. The secret is that every time you pivot to a different activity, your expectations are adjusted higher, and every time you try something, you get better at it, even when you fail. It still sucks though and it's not wrong to feel bad about being such a loser at life.

"Huh? No, I'm definitely gay. I'm just really into NTR. I date bisexual ladies in order to cuck lesbians and I aboid bisexual men so that I can get cucked by straight ladies."