I hate you peoms

My mom agreed with sped to put me in here last year and never told me till this year and i hate the class. it’s pushes socialization, games, and standards like looking people in the eye, etc and we have to be in the same room for lunch bc socializing n it’s mandatory and going to peom and homecoming is a mandatory grade. its so stressful because you’re expected to socialize like a neurotypical and be social and im not any of that. the only good thing is they teach budgeting byt the outings are so anxiety inducing. i also have chronic fatigue and can’t always keep up and i legit have only one friend in that class but im trying to drift away from him cos he said some hurtful stuff but my ass is scared of confrontation. ever since ive been in that class, my mom has only became more desperate to make me social and has become more controlling than even before about shit i can’t help like putting my hands near my face, walking slow because she finds it inelegant, forcing me in some cases to go pick up orders alone to interact. the class hasn’t helped my social anxiety but only made it worse and now i avoid people more and the worst part is i don’t have much classes with my friends except for another one im trying to also cut out and another i barely interact with anymore bc we drifted apart. my school counselor thinks i should just take it even though i hate it because she doesn’t want me to isolate but this class has made it harder for me to develop bonds with anyone and i can’t fucking leave till december bc my mom wants me there by then and i hate the class so much. my mom just wants me to act like im not disabled and no adult at school has helped much.

My mom agreed with sped to put me in here last year and never told me till this year and i hate the class. it’s pushes socialization, games, and standards like looking people in the eye, etc and we have to be in the same room for lunch bc socializing n it’s mandatory and going to peom and homecoming is a mandatory grade. its so stressful because you’re expected to socialize like a neurotypical and be social and im not any of that. the only good thing is they teach budgeting byt the outings are so anxiety inducing. i also have chronic fatigue and can’t always keep up and i legit have only one friend in that class but im trying to drift away from him cos he said some hurtful stuff but my ass is scared of confrontation. ever since ive been in that class, my mom has only became more desperate to make me social and has become more controlling than even before about shit i can’t help like putting my hands near my face, walking slow because she finds it inelegant, forcing me in some cases to go pick up orders alone to interact. the class hasn’t helped my social anxiety but only made it worse and now i avoid people more and the worst part is i don’t have much classes with my friends except for another one im trying to also cut out and another i barely interact with anymore bc we drifted apart. my school counselor thinks i should just take it even though i hate it because she doesn’t want me to isolate but this class has made it harder for me to develop bonds with anyone and i can’t fucking leave till december bc my mom wants me there by then and i hate the class so much. my mom just wants me to act like im not disabled and no adult at school has helped much.

when they see me in the hall arrooooo
their gonna have an awsome ball awwwwooooo
cuz im so cool and im so howly oooooo
there gonna bow down on there feet before me ruff ruff
finlly theyll see how cool and wolfy I am barkooo
and then theyll wanna come and jam aroooo
at my house and have a party woooo
and drink lots of booze and eat banoffee arooooo
if you didnt know cuz your a fat fucking fogey thats a kind of pie duhrooooo
it has bannas and caramel and it makes me wanna die arooo
cuz its so good and delicious pant pant
just like boobs that are also delicis awoooooo
myabe ill see lots of hot girls at school arrrrrrrooo
and theyll see me and start to drool grrr
cuz imma hot wherewolf stud arrrroooo
not like grape cuz hes a dud awwwwwoo
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arrroooooooo look I wrote a peom agian . im kind of excited to go back to school cuz I know everyone will like me cuz imma wherewolf and wherewolves are cool . grapes still bein a communist hes gonna get beet up haha I hate him on the first day imma wake up early and switch out all his pencils for pinecones ya arrroooooo

A few weeks ago I started considering the fact that smoking can be bad for my health and could eventually lead to my demise. I was looking to purchase some anti wrinkle skin cream to keep my face fresh and give it that extra glow. Then I considered the fact that smoking causes your skin to grey, sag and wrinkle. This anti aging cream does help my skin look dramatically different and healthier, but in the long run I feared that my smoking habit would undo any precautions that I took in the past to prevent wrinkles. I started talking to my boyfriend about quitting smoking and the idea kind of just grew from there.
I've quit smoking once before in my entire life and it was only for a few weeks. I did it for a guy I was dating that ended up being abusive and controlling in the long-run. So I kicked his ass to the curb. Without his demands that I not smoke I started up again as soon as I got rid of him. The few weeks that I wasn't smoking were rough. I didn't use any smoking withdrawal medication like patches or Gum. Instead I went jogging twice a day and started to eat healthier. Whenever I really wanted a smoke I would just go for a run. At first my lungs burned when I would get out of breath but eventually the amount I was able to jog grew substantially even in that short amount of time. (I recently did a DNA test and I have the marker that high functioning successful athletes have. Athleticism also runs in my family) I am pretty sure my genetics are prone to helping me stay healthy; especially when I make healthy choices. I felt great and was even starting to get somewhat toned in my stomache area and legs. I had more energy and looked better.
Any other time I have ever quit smoking were the times I was sent to juvenile hall for a month. This happened several times in my youth. This would be the longest I have ever gone without smoking. It's different when you know you can't have a cigarette even if you did want one. In jail or juvie you can't smoke, so the thought of smoking kind of leaves your mind due to the impossibility of attaining one. When you are free and have cash and a way to the store it isn't so easy.
So yesterday I decided that my current pack of smokes would be my last and that I would quit smoking. I finished my last smoke before bed and when I woke up my boyfriend had placed the box of Nicolette patches on the dining room table for me to use. I slapped one on my right arm and went about my day. I had to do something to replace my urge to smoke, so I started cleaning. As soon as I woke up I cleaned up the kitchen and then afterwords started dusting and cleaning the surfaces of several things including the walls with an all purpose cleaner.
At one point in the day I got nervous about the side effects of the patch I was wearing and took it off. I am naturally a paranoid person and have to try not to diagnose myself with a new illness frequently. I then started doing research on the benefits of quitting smoking online. I did this because I needed some proof that it was going to be worth it if I succeeded. At this point I wanted a cigarette.
I read through all the benefits and was surprised to see so many. So obviously quitting was the right decision. Then I researched americ spirit cigarettes as they claim to be all organic and healthy but quickly found that those claims were false. In fact a test was undergone in a laboratory to test the chemical levels inside an American spirit cigarette. They found that they may have somewhat less chemicals within them, they had almost three times as much nicotine in one cigarette as the other brands such as Marlboro do. That made them much more addictive. I hate smoking American spirits anyways because they are so packed with tobacco you can barely get a drag. You have to puff as hard as you can and even then it still is not a satisfying amount of smoke.
Speaking of smoke, the carcinogens that are produced when tobacco is burned and inhaled is where the cancer causing agents mainly come from. So no cigarette is safe. I then chose to research about cutting back on smoking and the health benefits of that. Surely cutting down on the amount I smoke in a day would be better than nothing at all? Nope. Scientists did a study of the levels of chemicals and tar in smokers blood who only smoked 10 cigarettes a day and the same for another who smoked 30. The levels were practically identical.
BUT there was a study that was conducted that stated people that cut back and limit the amount they smoke during the day can prepare them mentally for eventually quitting for good. People that cut back on smoking and limit their intake of nicotine are more likely to quit for good sometime in their future. This gave me hope. So I went to the store and bought a beer and a pack of smokes. My boyfriend told me he thought that it was just an excuse to smoke, but I honestly do want to stop smoking one day, and hopefully soon or at least before my health declines.
So I made the choice to cut down my smoking while I mentally prepare myself to quit for good. This will lower my tolerance to nicotine over time and allow the final withdrawals I will feel when I DO stop for good to be dramatically less and easier to deal with. Plus it will get me used to the idea of living without cigarettes. I'm unsure of how long this process is going to take or if it is even going to work. I usually smoke a pack a day. In the last 2 days I have smoked maybe 3 cigarettes. That I think is an improvement and I deserve a pat on the back.
When I do want a cigarette but want to prolong the time in between smokes I will keep myself busy by cleaning something or organizing. I also paint and write poetry so I tend to get zoned out on a project or a peom pretty easily. Hopefully these tactics will aid in my desire to cut back and eventually lead me to a smoke free life. smoking related illness killed my grandfather. I don't want to die gasping for air. What a horrible way to go. I also don't want to look old and wrinkly. I wouldn't mind a deeper voice, but throat cancer doesn't sound fun either. Anyways, today is day two of cutting back on my smoking and it's going pretty well.
I've decided not to wear the patch until I am completely ready to quit for good as it is not safe to smoke with a patch on due to the rock of nicotine overdose. The amount I smoke at times is pretty overwhelming so I highly doubt that it would effect me to smoke with a patch on. Still I'm not going to risk it. Plus those damn things are very expensive. They even lock them up at the store because they were a common item boosted by thieves to sell for drug money. So until the day comes that I have fully prepared myself to stop for good, I'll just cut back until then and try my best to smoke as little as possible.
This is not an easy task due to the fact I smoke for a million different reasons. After I eat, when I wake up, when a commercial comes on, when I'm angry, when I'm bored, after sex, with alcohol, when I have anxiety, when I'm on the phone and a host of other occasions that call for me to light up. So I hope I have the strength to successfully cut back a significant amount and that it leads to my freedom from nicotine, once and for all!

fluffy bunnies hopping happily
through the forest towards amy
cuddly bunnies love to cuddle
amy pets them in her bubble
everythings happy and shiny
why does everyone say im whiny
all the clouds are shaped like smiley faces
look at that one it has bunnies in it
I hope this peom didn't freak you out
Im a gothic stormcloud
is this better, I hate rabbits they are so gross and nongothic so I hope your happy cuz look I wrote about something I didn't like for you

Hello, this question is personal and I'm wondering if I were born with a "dark soul" who's turning brighter?
I'm going to try to keep my backround as short as possible. As a kid, from 2-8 years old I was VERY energetic and I had a hard time matching this hyperactivity with the other kids. I got in to trouble almost everyday, because I always did something bad.
Already when I was 2 years old, they had to move me up at the day care to be with the 4-5 years old kids because I was "beating" everybody up and then I did the same thing with the older kids. All I wanted to do was to wrestle with the other boys, and I didn't stop until someone got hurt. Also I couldn't take no for an answer, that just pissed me off. I had calls home from my teachers every week all the way up to 8 years old, where something shifted. I became very quiet and nice to other kids, still hyperactive tho but I could play with the other kids without crossing the limit. My dad moved away from me at that age to the other side of the country, and he had alot of struggles living here. Maybe that was a factor of my behavior, I don't know.
Fastforwarding to my teen years. I was still very nice to people but I started to become rebellious in other ways. I met friends who where likeminded (Most of us probably had Adhd/Add) and "We always wanted to live on the edge". We started to break the law but nothing serious, and drugs started to come in to the picture. My poor mom always had to be worried over me and she has GAD so it was a hell for her.. (I got the diagnosis ADD in later years)
In My late teens I met a beautiful girl, and she was way too good for me. We were togheter from when I was 17 to 21 years old. I always took her for granted, and she always had to adapt to my needs. I were out smoking weed all day with my friends and didn't give a shit about her.. I was also unfaithful numerous times, and when I realised she was getting tired of me I became desperate and mean. It could probably be classed as mental abuse, ofc that didn't work out so we broke up.
I thought I were finally free! Now I could try all kinds of drugs and I choosed to quit my job with no plans. Just a couple weeks after this I had an experience on the drug exstacy, wich seem to have open up my emotions and my empathy for other people. I started to really feel love for those around me, and I swear I could feel other peoples feeling long after this experience. Started to realize that we're all one.
Couple of weeks later, I had my first experience on LSD and about the same thing happened. I felt like I were almost like a guardian angel, and I realised that I'm probably not a bad human being after all. It was wonderful.
In the end of the year 2017 I took LSD again, even tho I had a bad gut feeling about it and I weren't with people I felt comfortable with. I got everything black on white, it was like this feeling of extreme anxiety and I just knew that If I keep going this road it will be the end of me. I went trough this hell and the next day I woke up I were devastated and millions of thoughts just ran to my brain. I couldn't get them to stop so I started to write poems, very dark and depressive peoms. It was like something took over me, I wrote down every single guilt and pain I've felt for all of my life page after page, after page.
I realised what I've done to people and myself, I were extremely self destructive and as soon as I had something good in my life I destroyed it.. I started to question If I deserved to be happy or even be alive. I went down into a deep depression, and the guilt especially because of how I treated my ex girlfriend was killing me. She didn't want any contact with me so I could never sort it out, and she would probably not belive me anyway whatever I told her.
The years went on, and I didn't hang out with my friend or answer they're calls. Same with my family. I was just laying in my couch, like a living dead person. I hated myself more then anything, and I told myself everybody hated me aswell. I wanted to kill myself, but I couldn't because I didn't know if my mother would survive that. But in the beginning of 2020 I couldn't take it no more, I tried to commit suicide two times and I really tried. Swallowed over 200 pills each time, I have no Idea how I survived that.
But the last time was a turning point, I got the right help and the right medication to make me feel again. It was like I've been stuck on autopilot for 3,5 years with myself trapped inside my body and I felt so free!
I met a girl in September of 2020, who I also would consider is way too good for me. But I never felt this kind of love in my entire life, she makes me realise alot of good things about myself and I treat her like a queen.
I realise that I'm becoming my true self or something. I'm crying like a baby to movies and I'm hyperempathic and sensitive. It's so weird how these things played out to be good for me. Without all of this I would still be that ignorant boy thinking he's the center of the universe. I've learned so many lessons from getting my ass kicked by life lol.
I have this feeling that I might been a pretty bad being in my past life and something pretty dark. But now I feel like I'm evolving so much from that.
So is that possible or where I always light? Do I lie to myself, and I'm still dark deep inside?
I want to hear your thoughts on this, and I'm sorry if I wrote such a long text. But I feel like you got the get the whole picture to know what's going on.
I've experienced many weird things too after I went depressed. I've dreamt things that happened in real life afterwards as well as a weird way of knowing how people feel without them telling me and a very strong intuition to feel someones intentions.
Thank you, I appriciate any thoughts and answers I Can get.

I still remember that day the terrorists targeted my city. It was year 2008. I was studying in school.
As soon as we came to know, we started dialling everyone. Giving updates about possible locations to avoid the terrorists. These enemy of humanity had first targetted local trains during peak hours. Local trains as many might know, are among the most important way of travel for Mumbaikars.
We were stuck to watching news. I believe the whole thing lasted four days. The city part lasted one or two days but next two-three days was the Taj Hotel. While the terrorists were still inside the Taj Hotel, we in the city felt slightly relived, yet unsafe, as there were talks that other terrorists might be around somewhere, maybe there might be another strike, who knows there was so uncertainty. While we still felt for the people inside the hotel.
In those time there was one person who kept our moral up. A person who had started a new English news channel not so long ago. That channel was TimesNow and that person was none other than Arnab Goswami.
Arnab's persistent aggression against the terrorists. That we Indians will not back down, we Indians will not take it anymore, we Indians will not accept this, was something which gave rise to a nationalist in me. But more than that, it made us understand that we will not take this lightly.
Arnab was probably the only channel which was covering this up 24 hours for the four days it lasted (no one locked him up then for doing that). This while other news channels switched to reporting something else overall.
On TimesNow, the lady correspondent reporting this on ground kept saying: we are reporting from afar and not reporting latest details to not reveal information to terrorists who might be watching. Which came as a welcome move, but surprise that she and Arnab were repeating this so much. It was only later did we come to know that Burkha Begum was reporting all the secret details on national television and Hafiz Saeed was watching it from Pakistan and later reporting that to the terrorists here. Arnab in that aspect did a great job, of both covering and yet not revealing information.
Along with Arnab Goswami, what took our morale further was the great poem by Prasoon Joshi, named Iss Bar Nahi. This peom by Prasoon Joshi inspired me to write the poem which I had written after Pulwama - I have posted it on Chodi sub and cannot share it here.
Seeing all this, it makes me understand why Congress and left hates Arnab Goswami so much. Because is exactly opposite of what they stands for.
When we had to give it back to Pakistan, Congress was busy finding evidence. When we needed surgical strikes, Congress was busy providing biryani worth lakhs, if not crores to Kasab. When we needed to call out jihadi terrorists worldwide, Congress was busy blaming Hindus for 26/11, saying it was an Hindu RSS conspiracy. Yet Congress got elected next year, you know why? Because there was no WhatsApp and Twitter back then, exposing them for their misdeeds.
Let's also not forget our brave police officer who got martyred while catching Kasab alive, otherwise Congress had already decided that all the blame should go to Hindus and RSS. I call that brave police officer Sant Tukaram Ombale. The original sant Tukaram taught us bhakti, this Sant Tukaram Ombale taught us desh bhakti, rajya bhakti and karma bhakti. He is no less saint for me.
Not to forget all the others in the force who martyred while fighting terrorists and even the common public that we lost.
As the hotel thing went on, I remember, on second or third day, the commandos came. It was later that I came to know that Congress government was also behind the possible delay of coming of the commandos.
When the commandos were entering the hotel, they were boosted with loud shouts of Bharat Mata Ki Jai from everyone outside. I can never forget that scene. It still gives me goose bumps remembering it. That's when we knew that the terrorists inside the hotel are going to have it from us.
The commandos were highly professional in their conduct too. Switching the lights on/of everytime they completed covering a certain area. After days of fighting, shooting, bombing of hotel's dome and more fighting, the terrorists were finally neutralized and this finally got over.
It still pains me as a Mumbaikar that Hafeez Saeed and Zakir Ur Rahman Lakhvi are possibly roaming free and yet we cannot do anything. Possibly because the correct action wasn't taken on the correct time.
Forget about action against them, from my understanding, Congress government at center, it's home ministry back then took way too long to decide on Kasab's punishment - it requires home minister's permission and order, which they gave just months or a year before 2014 elections to get some votes out if it.
Anyway, this terror strike changed Mumbai forever. Everytime we go anywhere in Mumbai, whether bus train or in other public spaces, we get worried, what if terror strikes our city again. Atleast this time we have better experience and are better equipped, not only in police, but also in our navy, air force and the army too.

It's been quite a while since I played through the entire trilogy, so I spend an inordinate amount of time modding all three games (on PC obviously) and fired up ME1.
I just finished the Citadel DLC last night and was just astounded by the experience. I've been a huge fan of the series since 2009, and have never had quite this great an experience with it. I don't know how many of the modders are on this sub, but thank you all so much for your work. You've done an incredible job with these games, made them that much more special.
I particularly want to highlight the alterations made to the end of ME3. I had EGM, ME3RE, JAM, CEM, and PEOM installed (also a bunch of other mods, but these were the ending relevant ones) and was really impressed with the flow and feel of the ending that gave me the satisfying and emotional ending that the original and extended cut endings didn't give me. I didn't hate the OG/EC endings, but they didn't quite land and made me rather sad, so having this experience was quite special.
I also want to say the modding experience is incredibly easy thanks for the work of all the modders. Nexus, ALOT installer, and ME3Tweaks has made it such an easy experience.

Sun light divides the night,
And im awake, but i see no prize.
A shadow points to me, it wants a ride .....
I hold your hand in tears.
What makes me feel alive?
The longer I hold on,
Your skin ignites my fright.
Say that you love me,or tell me you hate me.
Indifference hurts,
I wanna break out.
She then begins to pout.
Her lips are wet throughout.
Just as a cornered pervert,
I'm breathing like a trout.
And I can't prevent,
The way I make you doubt.
You know i must confess, I think im breaking down
Hey everyone, second post here, let me know what you think. I really like this peom wrote it around February and ill make music for it sometime. The only thing is that "prize", at the end of the second line sounds off to me. I thought of changing it to "and im awake but I lack my pride". but idk if u guys have something different lmk.

I'm not really good in English but please bare with the grammars and spelling
I had a dream last week (a lucid dream to be exact) It start with me riding my bike to work, when I got to work ,my work place is empty like nothing was there, I work on a warehouse so I expect to see shelves scaffoldings tables Etc. But there's nothing just empty warehouse So I go out to check if there is someone here other than me but before I do I hear someone crying I look in side the warehouse and I saw something that's not there when I first looked what I saw inside is a woman. This woman is about my age around 20-25years old wearing a brown leather jacket over a white T-shirt and a knee length skirt and a Snickers with a really long black and shiny hair I approached her and ask what is she doing here and why is she crying, with out looking at me she answered I'm looking for my heart at this point I kinda realized that I'm dreaming, It's not my first time having a lucid dream but this one felt real I ask her what heart (thinking it was her boyfriend or something) But she answered me in a weird way almost like a poem I don't remember how it exactly goes but it sounds like this "My heart is my heart it belong to no one but me I take it for me and keep it for me" it doesn't sound like peom in English but in my language it rhymes after she said that she wailing like crazy she's not stopping whatever I say until I said "I'll help you look for your heart" right after I said that she stand up then I noticed how beautiful she is her hair is so long it ends in the back of her knee like wow she's gorgeous then still without looking she said "until we find it?" Then I answered "yes just don't cry" she then said ok I'll believe you but please remember I hate it when someone break there promise I'll go look in here you go look out then she walks away going to the other side of the warehouse not even a glance at me. I go outside look for "the heart" not knowing what it really is so I just walked around nothing eventful happened I walk around like 2-3hours then I stepped into something a black gem about a size of a toe nail and it had a heart shape I never seen a black gem before But it's beautiful and looked really expensive I picked it up and realized maybe this is what that girl is looking for so I rushed back to where she is and when I get back I opened the warehouse door and see everything in place the shelves ,tables ,scaffoldings everything is back in place and I see the girl sitting in the table looking at me and she said congratulations you found it!!! When I heard her say does words I felt happy or maybe more like relieved I approached her show her the gem she then stretch out her hand to take it she then raised the gem up admiring the stone then I sat across her admiring her then heard her saying thank for finding my heart but it's a shame I won't be taking yours then I woke up in the alarm of my phone indicating the my shift is ovet in the very spot where I was sitting in my dream realizing I feel asleep alone inside the warehouse where I working I was alone in here because of the ongoing quarantine in out country due to covid19 And I'm asked to monitor the warehouse while everyone is away since I'm the closest to the site After that I can't get that girl out of my head I'm not in love with her but she felt someone important

So it is they've found them-selves in such a
pre-dic-a-ment and it seems like so long ago
that they were mere-ly strangers who met by
co-in-ci-dence and their friend-ship was all that the show
bo-thered to focus on. No-where to go.
No one to impress. Platonic in jest.
If all of that sat with you well
then I really don't know what to say about what happens next.
It started when the moon turned red and
jealous Marco intervened on
de-mo-nic Prince Lucitor
who'as luring Star into a scheme.
To bind their souls forever.
Combined, their souls, forever.
Later in the pristine night
she said she had control despite
the danger.
Neither of them knew the truth
that it seems that the moon had a more to do,
between the two.
I'd wager that they never stood a chance.
From the shipping bait and from all of the fans.
I'd hate to cast aspersions based on my own taste.
But were it my choice I'd have gone a different way.
Jackie was chill.
Jackie was nice.
She was a skater and a mermaid.
Jackie was patient.
Jackie was fresh.
who was later confirmed a
love interest
to Marco. She was best
girl. My heart goes
out to her specialness.
Let's talk about it.
It started off coy
but then karate boy turned into a man.
About a season's worth
of finding words to address her
excellence.
They started dating; things were great.
I thought that it might last for a bit.
But emotions were confused
karate boy had proved quite neglegent.
Just as planned, just as planned.
She was sweet 'til the end.
It was neat while it lasted, but blasted.
The moon came back again.
Tom was gone for a while, but then he came back
to do the same old shit that had led him off track.
He and Marco had a little chat
about respecting boundaries, except he never found peace. So time passes and he shows up again
this time with a limosine, pretending to be Marco's friend.
He and Marco actually become friends.
And the way is just as random as what you could demand from
Daron Nefcy.
And now people ship these
two
-gether.
Star and Marco are so intimate.
It's no secret;
it's the premise of this shit.
But when Star started to develop crushes.
All of a sudden their re-la-tion-ship
rushes to a change.
Now, here's a thing.
They got split apart right as feelings from the heart
were conveyed
in a way
that neither could anticipate.
That's an infectuous bug.
When they were seperated it made Marco quite the lovestruck one.
But like Star had said befoooore.
These feelings come and go, like the tide on a lava shore.
Marco had felt conflicted.
Came back at the worst possible time and had to deal with some big shit.
Became friends with the king.
Y'know, you see, that's funny, because that's exactly what I mean.
Safe kid took a leap of faith.
Safe kid nearly falls on face.
Safe kid finally finds a place in the palace to feel the full force of fucking nepotism's grace.
Hekapoo.
Holy shit.
What to say? All of it.
All of you.
Oh my god.
You so thick.
Sexual ten-sion in- the- a-a-air. It's kind of weird, but I don't ca-a-re. I ship that shit.
What's your age, girl? Like a million, or..?
Don't worry Marco's 30 in the lore.
Keep-ing secrets;
sneaking out at night.
Heading to bars. Sexual ten-sion in- the- a-a-air.
This is a met-a- for an affair. I ship this shit.
The problem is Tom. You see, he's dating Star
who Marco has now begun crushing on hard.
There's no guarantee that he'd feel this way
had a peom not outed Star on her birthday.
Now that all three live permanently
in close proximity on planet Mewni,
things take a twist; Marco and Star kiss
and directly to Tom, all this, Marco admits.
From here, who's to say?
Though, it seems somewhat safe
to reasonably assume
they wouldn't isolate
this kiss without addressal
or Marco's admission
since these are not trifles to teenage tradtion.
Still,
I find myself remembering that in every seasonal transition
the events to unfold are not easily given
by the methods employed by the previous seasons,
or the priorities there set, since they often choose to leave them.
Starco my be inevitable,
though nothing is set in stone
so the truth will only be revealed when the season has finally shown.

So, the hot topic of DU rose up during the snacks in my friend circle. A guy on table commented before leaving that we all are doing Hawabaazi. Let say it was not nice to hear something like that. So,I spent last 2-3 hours watching different hindi news channel today and reading reports Although my initial plan was to counter that guy at dinner but here I am.
Let start by saying in whole time I spent watching TV, the actual Profile Pic which was about ABVP appeared for a high total of 20 sec (zoomed out). Thankfully, India TV of all decided to show the original video of that girl with hindi voiceovers. I have now read some print reports after watching news channel report & lets say I am angry, both at myself and news media itself. Just like that girl we have become a pawn of elites who make narrative and we are very eager to religiously follow our part of narrative. I and my friends, who may call ourselves "cream of India" are no better than a villager.
So a girl who have hated pakistan and muslim all her life makes a video about how she have changed her viewpoint due to an incident and hope for peace so that other girls like her don't lose their father. It is simple slide show video showing the perils the wars. It does include a card blaming WAR instead of actual prepetuater of her father's death. In big picture, the statement is correct. (atleast for me)
10 months later, the current fiasco happen. Her friends get hurt, she post that she is against ABVP tactics and violence. The news media obiliososly milk it with the tag matyr daugther to gather TRP. The news should have ended here only.
But the media have to make other narrative too , so that one slide is brought up out of context and joke starts. The media manager(who by the way is a BJP guy) of a famous cricket post something in come-uppance. Randeep Hooda (mother is a BJP leader) retweets it. The trolls follows and the narrative changes to she is favouring pakistan. Some more tweets and retweets later, the narrative becomes she wants to Break up India. Repeat ad infitum. Whatsapp peoms follows stating how wrong is she, what her father would think, how anti-national is she (no mention of why). We read it, hmmm.... The left wing has already done of lot of chutiyapa. next a leap of faith and she would have also done something that is why people are angry about her. Then in real groups we show that we are well informed people based on this inference. Shamefully, I am guilty of this.
Some of us may have doubt, so we open news channel. Umer Khaled gave some lecture(on Tv)/ didn't reach (in print). There was fight between two groups (on Tv)/ ABPV people were accussed of violence under police protection(in print). (On TV - all channels) "this girl was campaiging against ABVP using the video in which she said War killed my parents" - exact line(Aaj Tak, India Tv, Zee News). [The videos are available on Youtube if you want to check]. She is now getting threats. Quotes from our great leaders. Some more quotes from celebrities whose information source is same whatsapp. TRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!!!!!!!
Here are some of my not so expert observations: There is a huge incentive to 'what people want to hear' instead of 'this and this happened.' Their is a bias in every media organisation is well known fact. But the dumbing it down to least denominator really take the cake in case of news channels. Whether what they say in print report matches with what they say in TV news is irrelevant. The general public make their mental mind map according to these news channel and then comes the whatsapp forwards. A perception is made. Forget about naiuse.
TRUMP is totally correct. He was given that information, it is not his fault. Sadly, we are also on no higher ground than him here.