Me: *looking At A Porcelain Hand In The Home Decor Aisle Of A Store* If I Lost My Hands In Some Kind

thought autocomplete would take me to outlook dot com not realising id forgotten the T before i pressed enter. However was very much pleased at what it took me to instead. I think I don't want to see my emails now. I think I will stay with the oul.

I hope this email finds you in shambles.

I hope this email finds you grieving over the bedside of your dear mother, scared because you sense her last breath is near but unable to shed a tear for fear of tainting her last moments with scared fear of what's to come.

I hope this email finds you as you're lowering your mother into the grave, crying at the loss of the last person who loved you, Mindy from HR.

I hope this email finds you while you read her will; a brief ding as the lawyer states there's nothing is left in the estate besides notes that say she loves you, even when she's gone. It feels hollow when she's on the other side, doesn't it, Mindy?

I hope this email finds you without hope, Mindy.

he panicked

how it feels to be online these days

*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately

*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it

Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.

yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to