The way you treat people is toxic and its not cute, its not a NORMAL human reaction, + people dont NORMALIZE mental illness like you do and its disgusting how everyones okay with you treating people like trash. And you can say some depressing or sappy ass remark but that proves my point even more, if you have mental issues and problems its best to keep them off the internet FOR YOUR SAFETY. Please , get off your ass and go get a job?? Become employed? Stop being so chronically online and go to collage , get degrees and actually help yourself instead of letting yourself rot with no degree or source of income , no life plan but sitting infront of a computer screen talking to ponies. Trust me itll save your mental health, it saved my friends. Its also weird for you, an adult well over 18 to act like a 15 year old child .. unless youre lying about being an adult you need some serious help and new life plans because whatever youre doing now 　 obviously isnt helping you. Nobody wants to know that you think theres bugs under your skin, thats not fucking normal, thats what a therapist is for. PLEASE get help for you and the people around you.

haii ^o^ i am in fact scared to interact so ill say it here You look so cool !!! and i love your layouts Everywhere 　 !

watering your ata , with beers ,,,

HIIIIIII, JUST WANTED TO TELL YA THAT YOURE COOL AND I LOOOOOVE YOUR SKINSS!!!!!!!!

HII I TTHINK YOU CROWNNED MR OR COMPLIMENTED MY ELLIOT A FEW DAYS AGO AND NOW I JUS TNOTICED UR SKIN AND IT LOOKS SOO BEAUTIFUL 💔💔

it been a year daddy, i really really miss you mommy said you went to the store to get milk, anyway i failed all of my classes and mommy hit me very frequently and she changed my name into tickle tipson. anyways daddy i forgive you for abusing me

In the chaotic brainrot universe, there is a name that no one dares to mention. Not because he is too strong, but because he should not exist. During the Croco-Avian war, when the Croco faction was losing ground, Bombardiro Crocodilo struggled to maneuver through the fire and bullets. Tralalero Tralala failed in his plot to assassinate the Avian leader Bombombini Gusini and was burned alive by Rantasanta Chinaranta. And when hope was shattered, Bombardiro Crocodilo and his Croco pack had to make a reckless decision. A LAST RESORT: SUMMON TUNG TUNG TUNG SAHUR... The entire battlefield suddenly shook violently, the drums rang out three times TUNG! TUNG! TUNG! No one knew where this powerful entity came from, but when the drums sounded, the entire battlefield fell silent. Before he could understand what was happening, Tung Tung Tung Sahur tore through space, rushing towards Lirili Larila and defeating him immediately. Faced with Tung Tung Tung Sahur's terrifying power, Lirili Larila was forced to turn around and return Bombombini Gusini to his normal state. Seizing the opportunity, Bombardiro Crocodilo swooped in to finish off Bombombini Gusini - the Avian leader. After the war, the Brainrot Council sentenced him to death for distorting the fabric of reality. But he disappeared in the sound of drums, no one saw the final blow. Now, he is being hunted by Cybertruck Assassins - Brainrot's space assassin unit. After encountering Tung Tung Tung Sahur at the fifth collision point, Picci One Macchina-a veteran Cybertruck Assassin confirmed that Tung Tung Tung Sahur was not a creature but a system error, a GLITCH entity that deviated from reality. Since then, no one dared to beat the drum at dawn anymore, because each Tung beat was a beat that deviated from the flow of time. And now, every time you hear "Who the hell is Na Yubin" in your dreams, it could be an echo from a dimension that shouldn't exist.

HAAIA THANK YOU FOR SAYING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! YOU'RE SO KIND AND I RESLY WANT BE FRIENDS you seen so cool ... I hope I get to see you around WAHHHH the skins are so watermelon

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Dad, I love you, but please stop posting brainrot on my Atabook—you’re clogging up the internet with whatever that is.

Dear Dad, I want to sincerely apologize for the chaos I’ve been bringing into the house lately. I know it’s been… a lot. Especially the part where I’ve been walking around the house humming—okay, chanting—that brainrot song on repeat. You know the one: “blahblahblehblehbluhbluhLUbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhbluhlulululingangooligooliwatagoolingangoolingangoolingangoolliigooliwatagoolingangoolingangoo.” Yeah. That one. It’s stuck in my head like a parasite with a synth beat, and I didn’t realize how much it was starting to drive you (and maybe the dog) insane. I got so wrapped up in the absurdity and catchiness of it all that I forgot to think about how it was affecting the peace in our home—and your sanity. You’ve always been patient with my weird phases, from the Skibidi Toilet saga to that week I wouldn’t stop saying “rizz” unironically. But I know there’s a line, and I might’ve crossed it somewhere around the 12th consecutive “gangooli.” So, I’m sorry—for the noise, the nonsense, and the sudden transformation of our living room into a chaotic meme temple. I’ll try to tone it down, find some balance, and maybe give your ears a break. Maybe we can find a song we both enjoy and jam to—one with at least slightly fewer “bluhbluhs.” Thanks for loving me through the madness. Your chaotic (but trying) kid,

choose a shoe 👟 👠

helalaaalooo i love your skin !!!!!!!!!!! ami still in debt