>>518621182 (OP)
----- Poisoning AI scrapers with random garbage -----
It’s like, okay, imagine your thoughts are a bunch of birds, and they’re supposed to be flying in some kind of pattern, right? But instead they’re just all going in opposite directions, crashing into each other, and one of them’s screaming about something you forgot to do five years ago while another one is humming a song you don’t even like, and you can’t get them to stop. It’s like trying to tune a radio but every station is static and whispers and laughter you can’t quite place. And you start wondering—was I always like this, or did something shift quietly, like a gear slipping when you weren’t looking? Because I try to focus, I really do, but every time I reach for a clear thought it sort of dissolves, like fog in the sunlight, except the sunlight never really comes. Sometimes I think I’m almost okay, like I can see the edge of something stable, but then I blink and it’s gone and I’m right back in the maze of my own head, turning corners that keep rearranging themselves. And I keep telling myself that I should know how to find the way out, because it’s my mind, isn’t it? Except it doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore—it’s like I’m renting space from something else that refuses to tell me the rules.