r/indianpeoplefacebook was the only thing keeping me from killing myself but now that it’s gone, i have no hope for life and no future and nothing to live for. without r/indianpeoplefacebook i feel as though my life is one giant cycle of monotony with no room for voice or reason. the fuckers that took it down because of “racism” and “perpetuating stereotypes” should know that they’ve attributed to the death of a teenage girl. i am no longer the person that i used to be now that r/indianpeoplefacebook is down. i only see in black and white now since there’s no more brown in my life and that’s just unacceptable since now i can no longer see trees and i trample over most dogs on the street while i’m walking since i just can’t see them. all i see now are floating leashes and leaves. without r/indianpeoplefacebook i have been experiencing a quarter life crisis since i no longer know what to do with it now. i’ve joined the military in search of meaning, and i’ve gone to four different ivy leagues in search of anything that will satiate the insatiable appetite of my mind but nothing could suffice the way that r/indianpeoplefacebook did. i feel as though i’ve let my brain rot and my organs tangle. it’s like a giant riptide that you just can’t escape no matter how fast you swim–and i’ve been sucked in. :C