yeah bitch fucking try to cut me off again fucking try it i dare you
Aw hell yes
DO YOU WANT TO GET PAID FOR PLAYING APPS
There’s this thing called feature points and basically what you do is you play apps and for each app, feature points gives you points and you can redeem the points into Amazon, iTunes gift cards or Paypal.
And every app that you download, you get 1 extra chance to win a xBox one
I don’t use amazon or iTunes so I got paypal instead, see!
HOW TO SIGN UP
To sign up go to featurepoints.com on your iphone/andriod phone to start with 0 points, or use this link http://featu.re/ZDAA07
to get 50 bonus points when you sign up
OR use the referral code ZDAA07 to get 50 bonus points if you dont use the link above
++ If you did this, please like this post so I can check out your blog!
and if you have any questions, feel free to check the faq or inbox me!
omg I just made $5 at lunch from downloading apps wtf
Just bought Beyonce’s new album with the iTunes card I got from this. Fucking love you Jason :D
this is probably the best thing i joined since tumblr. Thank you so much.
I never knew I could make money for doing what I regularly do, this is genius!
this is actually so good i’ve made over $50 from this!
I’ve made so much money from this, it’s really handy when you need money short notice for concerts and stuff! :)
I’m falling into lethargy, depression, waking up while repeating in my head “I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate everything” over and over. Even out loud, sometimes. The shattered state of my room doesn’t elicit a sliver of guilt or unease at the discordian mess anymore—just a feeling of my dark mood deepening, and comfort that my surroundings match the inside of my head.
I come home from school, fall onto the couch, whisper to myself and the Universe, “I want to die.”
The worst part is that I don’t have a valid reason to be depressed. This is just another First World kid crying on tumblr about a mood swing that anyone anywhere else would call mild, but ooh, my sensitive, unblemished, untested unstretched untried soft psyche’s skin.
I could blame the drugs. Weed, lsd, shrooms. But that’s bullshit. Or is it? Weed bores me, lsd leaves me stupid and terrified and unable to comprehend anything, waiting for the trip to end, deep down inside my conviction telling me, “No. This will never end, you stupid fuck, you took this thing you already know you hate you already had one bad trip and you’re doing it again you stupid stupid”…but of course it ends.
Shrooms does similar, though the presence of funny people or the right setting can change that, it seems. Shrooms and LSD seem to peel back at my conscious, self-reflexive emotional barriers I built into myself. Barriers I flex a lot, recently. Walls protecting my conscious mind from the rot of a very simple idea: I’m worthless. Sure, within my tiny circle people perhaps recognize me, my potential, my glowing sparks indicating possible greatness. But it’s only that, potential, unrealised, and I’m 18 years old now. Unrealised potential starts to expire and stink up the place around this time. I’m so close to sliding into becoming a nothing, and that truth crashes in one me when I’m alone in my room with the lights off, tripping balls, crying out, whispering “Why does everyone hate me? Why does everyone love me? I’M DANIEL FUCKING ROSS. Fuck, fuckm, fuck..” My mind can’t hide myself from the fact I’m the most potential-ridden lazy mediocre fuck that exists.
So is it really depression or drugs I’m warding off? Or hell, take a third option: both. Perhaps the drugs are simply allowing what I repress to come out, accelerating an inevitable process of psychic leakage, or imbalancing my brain chemicals for emotions. Or hell, a fourth option: the end of high school approaching scares the fuck out of me and makes me realize I wasted an entire damn year, again. Or all four. Or none of it. Realistically, it’s all four, but it’s really the answer that it’s none of them, that maybe I’m just contracting the depressive tendencies of my father, THAT scares me.
I hate you all. I hate the world. And saying those things really just means I hate myself so much right now, it can’t be contained within me…and has to encompass everything.
well, my post-stoner thoughts on life aren’t so profound