YouTuber, ex-philosopher 
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I regret that thread I posted yesterday. I keep promising to stop but I never learn. The problem with Twitter is you're constantly faced with the dangerous temptation to philosophize. Fuck that. IG is good clean fun, let's all move there.
If I were a better edgelord I wouldn't cycle through these ridiculous loops of recklessness and remorse. I'm not a "fuck your feels" person, I get upset when other people are upset. I can't handle confrontation and I hate arguing on the Internet. Wait why is this my job?
I don't know what is with this spasm of reactionary conformist angst I've been experiencing the last few months. I feel bad because I know a lot of you guys actually like me because I'm queer and just fucking weird.
To be fair most of what I say now is best understood as deranged dysphoric ravings and you really shouldn't listen to it. I should probably actually talk to a therapist about this stuff instead of using Twitter.
Like this idea I have that everyone who compliments me is part of a sinister conspiracy to condescendingly trick me into delusionally not hating myself—I should not have tweeted about that. Now They know I'm onto them. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.pic.twitter.com/0v6CrjZmog
Your empathy is beautiful, and your ability to speak frankly when someone’s been hurt by something you said is invaluable. But your truth is still yours, and it’s valid, and other people benefit from hearing it. I hope it comes through that’s why we’re interested in what you say.
I really relate to a lot of the things you said in that thread, though mostly in the past tense. Even though it’s not much comfort in the now, hormones are magic, but slow magic, and you’ll discover yourself and your way of being over time, whatever that looks like. 
I appreciate your willingness to publically oscillate between polarized pieces of your identity. Seeing this I trust you more.
I used to do this and now I spare myself and it’s bliss and what have I lost and I didn’t go to work today and my toilet is broke and I have a broken heart that can’t just be mended like a toilet except it can I just don’t know if the heart plumber will even come this time.
"Wait why is this my job?" yeah, you were kinda more fun when you were doing this as a hobby and just hated your day job.
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