ID: photo of two friends looking at a phone together, laughing, above is text: “Hitting “delete” after reading the first sentence of an entire essay that some bigoted potato took the time to write in my comments.”
ID: photo of two friends looking at a phone together, laughing, above is text: “Hitting “delete” after reading the first sentence of an entire essay that some bigoted potato took the time to write in my comments.”
Stop being simple and predictable then?
I said three words and looks like I was right. I mean who acts this selfish must be very lonely. I hit the nail on the head.
Holy shit, you’re like a walking meme. “I am 14 and this is very deep” energy.
I think I’m the only mature here. Kids don’t like that.
Ah yes, the true sign of maturity: “I am mature and all of you are stoopid poopyheads!”
Such mature. Very experience. Wow.
You started the age discussion. This seams to have upset you.
I can’t read this. There’s no clown emoji anywhere. .5 stars. Disappointing work. Try harder!
The underfunded American healthcare system struggles to adequately address psychological issues. Limited funding results in insufficient mental health resources, such as a shortage of qualified therapists, long wait times for treatment, and high costs for care. Many individuals lack insurance coverage for mental health services, leading to unmet needs and worsening conditions. Public stigma around mental illness compounds the problem, discouraging people from seeking help. Without systemic reform and investment, millions face barriers to essential psychological care, exacerbating societal issues like homelessness, addiction, and workplace productivity loss.
Oh, are we doing non sequiturs now? Lemme try:
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
—Abraham Lincoln