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I don't like the word dogfight in this instance. If a f35 gets into a true dogfight, something went terribly wrong. More like the guy was cruising and then sent to god in the blink of an eye.

Born and raised in Fairfax, Centreville specifically. Sad to hear that's happened as I've been out of DC since '03.

He's going to have a rough night on his grinder app. There are gonna be a lot of people that want to f him harder than he f'd his team tonight.

Exactly, because there aren't any short routes.

Ok, 1 pass. What about the other 20 he has had to run for his life.

The responses to this post shows me who has been here a long time and who hasn't lol.

That's my old high school. Doesn't surprise me. frick that place.

Just a little more before the manifesto dissapears: (chatgpt had to "clean it up" or else it violated guidelines). I was able to run it through another AI agent, and it was significantly more disturbing. This is the highly censored version.

I feel like my life has lost all meaning. I don’t want to keep existing in this world, with all its problems and pain. Real life feels empty and unbearable. I keep wishing I could escape, to feel something different, something thrilling, but no matter what I try, it doesn’t work.

I used to think of myself as a good person. Now I feel corrupted and broken. I gave up on education, and I’ve abandoned my own potential. My family matters to me, but I feel like I can’t keep going like this.

The world feels like a trap—rigged, corrupt, and suffocating. Whenever I try to climb out, I get pushed back down again. It’s as if this system is built to crush me. I don’t see a way forward, no chance to truly adapt or survive.

I missed too many chances, and now I feel like I’ve failed beyond repair. I’m not strong enough to keep going. Life doesn’t feel worth living anymore.

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Society feels fake, corrupt, and full of shallow expectations. I don’t fit in anywhere. I feel emotionally overwhelmed and out of control.

I’ve thought about recording my journals or posting online, so that my story will be heard, maybe even noticed by the authorities. I feel forgotten, ignored, and like I don’t matter. Maybe leaving behind my words is the only way people will ever understand what I’ve gone through.

I feel frustrated that I’ve lost even the small outlets I had—my email, my accounts, my ability to express myself online. It makes me feel silenced, like even my last words are being erased.

Sometimes I lose control of my thoughts. Rage and despair come pouring out of me, and I can’t stop myself from spiraling.

I’m sorry to my family—my mother, father, and everyone close to me. I know this will disappoint you, but I can’t fight anymore. I feel too broken, too forgotten, too lost.

This is the end of my struggle. I don’t want to keep living.