Lmao I have never been more certain of anything in my life that this absolutely never happened. Staph, you are a filthy, smelly, insufferable social reject with a habit of repulsing everyone with inappropriate and unwanted oversharing about your revolting sex fantasies, and you look like somebody microwaved the Stay Puft Marshmallow man and then rolled him around on the floor of an unkept garage. Nobody, not a single person, has ever gotten a bug up their ass about you being "asexual" or expressed the opinion that you aren't being sexual enough for their liking. As much as she desperately wants to larp as someone who has been victimized because kweer, it's not gonna happen. When people meet a gross unwashed diaper-wetting sped they don't immediately start thinking about their sexual proclivities, and if something comes up that forces the thought into their heads, sane people will tell you they would've greatly preferred if it hadn't.
Attention-seeking retards like this are why it's very difficult for me to see suicide hotlines as anything other than a big fucking joke. You're throwing a tantrum and nobody gives a single solitary fuck? Code Brown! We need the WAAAAAmbulance! I'll call 988, you establish intravenous access, and we'll start infusing that stat dose of lifesaving asspats to buy us some time. No, don't bother the firemen or paramedics while they're busy with real emergencies, we just need the bleeding hearts who lie to people who want attention. Fucking grow up.
An afterthought about that meltdown: How can she be triggered by graphic images of war, but not ones of crime scenes that she claims to get off on?
She isn't. It's just that the Israel/Palestine conflict has absolutely fuck all to do with her, she couldn't care less about it, and she's pissed because it's really, really difficult to come up with anything that can be stretched and distorted far enough to claim that it's somehow about victimizing her, specifically. This was the best she could come up with, and she knows it's a pretty ridiculous reach even by her standards. That's why she chimped out so hard when the person she was arguing with kept the discussion focused on the Palestinians, leaving Staph to flail around and screech because she can't manipulate a conversation about
literal fucking live-action war crimes to be all about giving her attention for being the biggest victim in this scenario.
Panic attacks can't kill you and you know it, you self-obsessed lying retard, but it wouldn't matter if they did because you very obviously were not having one. Flipping your shit because people on the internet aren't coddling your fat ass at all times the way you're used to cannot literally kill you. I've been stating my opinion for years that you actually killing yourself would be a net positive, the only downside is we'd be losing a pretty kino fat retard to laugh at, but I'd lose no sleep over it. And yet you haven't died as a result of my shitposting. Funny how that works.
I'd suggest getting one of those containers that farmers get to store livestock feed that is designed so raccoons have a hard time fucking with it, something like this:
But there is a legitimate possibility that if something is too challenging for a cat or raccoon to figure out, Staph is too retarded to operate it by default.
