I am not looking for pity or forgiveness for what I have done, to be completely honest I don't think I deserve it. If I could turn back time I would do anything to deter myself from what I did but that doesn't change the fact that I did it. I am a horrible person. I am less than human.

One day when I was with my family at the grocery store when I was seven (so about 1996) something stuck out to me in the corner of my eye. It was one snickers bar, left unguarded. Being the piece of shit that I am, I grabbed it and hid it in my pockets. If you asked me now, I couldn't tell you why I did it. I don't even like snickers. To this day I haven't eaten it, I keep it in my room so that every day I can remember what I have done.

When we were driving back from the grocery store, the gravity of my actions truly started to set in. I was in denial before but I couldn't keep clinging onto it for protection. When we got home, I sobbed. For days I didn't leave my room. My grades fell dramatically and I stopped hanging out with my friends. To this day my social skills never recovered. I got a <1 GPA and couldn't get into a good college like my rich parents had planned for me. I am nearly 40 but I don't have a family. Ironically I work at the very same grocery store I stole from. I secretly give the store thousands of dollars of my personal wealth but I know I can never earn back my dignity.

My siblings got married a long time ago, have children and millions of dollars. They live in nice homes in gated neighborhoods while I have nothing. I deserve even less than that though.

Tomorrow, I am going to go to the police and tell them everything. I need to make this right.

KIMMER WHY DOES fig CHANGE TO FIG I THOUGHT I WAS BEING CLEVER YOU RUINED MY NAMEFIG AAGAASHHASGAGJDAS!!!!11!1!1!

this playlist is not all your vids cuz the last vid you put in it was 2 months ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There comes a time in every person’s digital life when they are forced to confront a profound betrayal. It may not involve treason, scandal, or an elaborate web of lies—no, it can be something deceptively small, yet soul-rattling in its implications. Today, I find myself in the throes of such betrayal. A betrayal not committed by a close friend or lover, but by something I once trusted deeply: a playlist. Specifically, the playlist titled, with what I now recognize as shameless irony, “All My Vids.”

At first glance, the title makes a bold and noble promise—comprehensive, inclusive, exhaustive. “All My Vids” is a title that doesn’t hedge, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t equivocate. It promises everything. All. My. Vids. Not some. Not the greatest hits. Not my recent faves. No. All. My. Vids.

And yet here I am, two months deep into silence. Two months of uploads, of creativity unleashed, of digital memories born and shared with the world—none of which, I might add, have found sanctuary within the hallowed bounds of “All My Vids.” It remains frozen in time, its last update a ghostly timestamp of a long-forgotten era. Every moment since then has been a silent indictment. Every missing video a wound. Every view, a betrayal of the truth.

Let us examine the implications of this neglect.

First, there is the linguistic offense. Words matter. Titles matter. When you name a playlist “All My Vids,” you enter a sacred contract with your audience. You tell them, “This is the definitive archive. This is the place where you can see everything I have to offer.” So when a video is uploaded and not added, the betrayal is not just personal—it’s semantic. The title becomes a lie. A falsehood. A digital deception. “All My Vids” becomes “Some of My Vids (from Back in March Maybe If You’re Lucky).” That is not a title. That is a cry for help.

Second, there is the emotional toll. I, a humble viewer—no, a devotee—have returned to this playlist week after week, hoping for signs of life. I scroll through its contents only to see the same familiar thumbnails staring back at me, as if trapped in some kind of algorithmic purgatory. Do you know what it’s like to eagerly anticipate new entries into a sacred collection only to be met with radio silence? To wonder whether your favorite creator has abandoned the ritual of curation altogether? It’s heartbreaking. It’s demoralizing. It’s enough to make one question whether playlists ever meant anything to begin with.

Third, the systemic chaos. Playlists are not mere conveniences; they are architecture. They bring order to the chaos of online content. They offer clarity in a storm of uploads and thumbnails and clickbait. By neglecting the “All My Vids” playlist, you have destabilized that architecture. You’ve introduced entropy into what should be a finely tuned archive. How am I to revisit your work? How am I to trace your artistic evolution, your narrative through-lines, your growth as a creator, if the central ledger of your oeuvre remains incomplete?

I would like to believe this is an oversight. A simple lapse. Perhaps even the result of being overwhelmed, of having too many creative irons in the fire. I am willing to entertain such leniency. But two months? Sixty days? Eight and a half weeks of uploads lost to the void of playlistlessness? That’s not a mistake. That’s a pattern. That’s neglect.
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KIMMER WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!?!?

I like men

ᏁᏗᏂᏕᎮ, ᏖᏦᏋᎴ'Ꮥ "ᎷᎦᎥ ᏒᎦᏖᏖᎩ" ᏝᏗᏝᎷ'Ꭾ ᎮᏗᎩ ᎮᎥᎩ ፈᎦᏂ. ᎮᎥᎩᎷ Ꮧ ፈᏬᎮ ᎮᎥᎩ ᎮᎦᏒᎩ, ᎮᎴᎴᏖ Ꭶ ᏒᏗᎩፈᎩ ᎴᏁ ᏋᎩᎦᎮᎥᎩᏂ, ᎦᎷᏝ ᎴᏒᎩᎷᎩᏝ ᏗᎮ. ᏋᎩᎩ ጀ ᏕᎴ, Ꮧ ᏬᏕᎩᏝ ᎧᏦ ᏕᎩፈᏂᎩᎮ ᏇᎩᎦᏒᎴᎷ. ᎮᎥᎩ ᎧᎴᏕᎮ ᏗᎧᏒᎴᏂᎮᎦᎷᎮ ᎧᎴᎧᎩᎷᎮ ᏗᎷ Ꭶ ᎧᎴᎧᎩᎷᎮ™️

ᎮᎴ ᏂᎩᏝᏬፈᎩ ᎷᎴᏗᏕᎩ, ᎩᏋᎩፈᎮᏂᏗፈᎦᏋ ᏗᎷᏕᎮᎦᏋᏋᎦᎮᏗᎴᎷᏕ ᎦᏂᎩ ᎧᎦᏝᎩ ᎮᎥᏂᎴᏬᎶᎥ ᏕᎮᎩᎩᏋ ᏁᏂᎦᎧᎩᏕ. ᎮᎥᎩ ᏕᏦᏕᎮᎩᎧ ፈᎴᎷᏕᏗᏕᎮᏕ ᎴᏁ Ꭶ ᎶᎩᏰᎴᏉ ᎦᎷᏝ ᎦᎷ ᎩᏋᎩፈᎮᏂᏗፈ ᏝᎴᎴᏂ (ᏕᎮᎩᎧᏖᎴᎴᏂᏝ ᎮᎩ ᏋᎦᎴᎮᎩ) ᎮᎥᎦᎮ ፈᏂᎩᎦᎮᎩᏕ Ꭶ ᏕᎴᏬᎷᏝ ᏝᎴᎴᏂ. ᎦᏕ Ꭶ ᏂᎩᏕᏬᏋᎮ ᎴᏁ ᎮᎥᏗᏕ ᎦፈᎮᏗᎴᎷ, ᎮᎥᎩ ᏋᎴፈᏖᏕᎮᏂᏬᎧ ᎶᎦᎮᎩᏕ ᏇᎩᏂᎩ ᎷᎴᎮ ᏒᎩᏂᎧᎦᎷᎩᎷᎮᏋᏦ ᏕᎩᎦᏋᎩᏝ.

ᎮᎥᎩ ᏇᎴᎧᎦᎷ'Ꮥ ᏰᏋᎴᎴᏝ ᏇᎦᏕ ᎮᎦᏖᎩᎷ ᏁᏂᎴᎧ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏇᎴᏬᎷᏝ ᎦᎷᏝ ᏝᏂᎦᏗᎷᎩᏝ. ᎥᎩ ፈᏬᎮ ᏝᎴᏇᎷ ᎦᏋᏋ ᎮᎥᎩ ᎮᏂᎩᎩᏕ. ᎩᏉᎩᏂᏦ ፈᎦᏂ ᎥᎩᏂᎩ ᏗᏕ ᏰᏬᏗᏋᎮ "ᏁᏂᎴᎧ ᏕፈᏂᎦᎮፈᎥ, ᏁᏂᎴᎧ ᏕፈᏂᎦᎮፈᎥ." ᏁᏗᎷᎦᏋᏋᏦ, ᎦᏁᎮᎩᏂ Ꭶ ᏁᎩᏇ ᏝᎦᏦᏕ, ᎮᎥᎩ ᏒᎦᏗᎷ ᏰᎩፈᎦᎧᎩ ᏉᎩᏂᏦ ᏕᎩᏉᎩᏂᎩ. ᎷᎦጀ ᏋᏗᎮ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏝᎩᏉᏗፈᎩ; ᏇᎥᎦᎮ'Ꮥ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏒᏂᎴᏰᏋᎩᎧ ᏇᏗᎮᎥ ᏕᎴ ᎧᏬፈᎥ ᏇᎩᎦᏋᎮᎥ? ፚᏗᎴᎷ ᎮᎴᎴᏖ ᏰᏋᎴᎴᏝ ᏁᏂᎴᎧ ᏋᎦᎷፈᎦᎧ, ᎥᎩ ᎮᎴᎴᏖ ᏰᏋᎴᎴᏝ ᏁᏂᎴᎧ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏒᎴᎴᏂ ᎧᎦᎷ, ᎦᎷᏝ ᎥᎩ ᏇᎦᏕ ᎴᏬᎮ ᎦᎷ ᎥᎴᏬᏂ ᏋᎦᎮᎩᏂ. ᏇᎩ ᏕᏋᎩᏒᎮ ᏗᎷ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏝᎦᏂᏖ, ᎮᏗᎩᏝ ᎮᎴ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏁᏋᎴᎴᏂ ᏗᎷ ᏁᏂᎴᎷᎮ ᎴᏁ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏠᎩᎶᎩᏗᏝ, ᏇᏗᎮᎥ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏰᏋᎴᎴᏝᏦ ᏝᎴᎴᏂ ᎦᎮ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏰᎴᎮᎮᎴᎧ ᎴᏁ ᎮᎥᎩ ᏁᎴᏂᎮᏂᎩᏕᏕ ፈᏋᎴᏕᎩᏝ ᎦᎶᎦᏗᎷᏕᎮ ᏕᎦᎮᎦᎷ.

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>HELP
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>kimmer slowly realizing that the murder confessions aren't larps

>making some epic posts on /sks/
>noticed that i made the 111th post
>looking around and notice there is no 109th post
>ctrl+f
>still no 109th post
>check the comments of every post
>looks up significance of the number 109, maybe its some sort of joke
>"Expulsions and exoduses of Jews"
>articles about anti-semitism
is kimmer trying to tell us something
also no i haven't gotten much sleep last night why do you ask?