These are the questions that keep me up until dawn in my sorrow and emptiness. I cannot escape they say they are there to protect me but in the amidst of the hollow dark i find myself in every time i fall asleep I can feel them creeping through my soul and my veins, i have went to many places for help but it looks like some of them aren't even real places anymore, I don't know if i could continue living this simulation, I can feel the voices of people too they are the ones trying to get me to think that I don't belong in this world.
Do I really don't belong here because of the figment of my imagination, all the faces, all the noise, all the people that I see every day seem to just be something I created off of my loneliness...
I can't do this anymore...
Do I really don't belong here because of the figment of my imagination, all the faces, all the noise, all the people that I see every day seem to just be something I created off of my loneliness...
I can't do this anymore...
"i don't know why but the voices are there to haunt me in the night eternally leaving only the thought of regression of self through the creation of fantasy to cope with reality"
Dude A: This is the most emo shit you have ever written... are you high or something?
Dude B: I could go further you know.
Dude A: This is the most emo shit you have ever written... are you high or something?
Dude B: I could go further you know.
by there they are, the voices. January 28, 2023

When government takes advantage of its citizens to charge extra fees for better service to the benefit of rich people who can afford it and to the detriment of poor people who can't.
by pwakeman July 17, 2023

Well intended progressive Individuals or groups that believe progress is a never-ending liner upward trend. They use their strong beliefs in an ideal future work to move society towards a defined goal, only to over shoot it and begin to regress through more extreme views until hardly distinguishable from those who they initially blamed. This results in fracturing of the fundamental ideas that started the movement, as to alienate people formally for the cause and to push away others due to the increase of rhetoric.
I used to believe in this cause, but due to regressive activism, I no longer align with their views.
by Corrupt Giant September 28, 2023

/ˈidəˌrādiv,ˈidərədiv/ /rəˈɡreSH(ə)n/
A malapropism often said in error by someone unfamiliar with statistics. The speaker likely means "linear regression".
"Iterative Regression" is said by one trying to sound like a smart data scientist. Hearing this may trigger contempt for the speaker.
Also see: Logistical Regression
A malapropism often said in error by someone unfamiliar with statistics. The speaker likely means "linear regression".
"Iterative Regression" is said by one trying to sound like a smart data scientist. Hearing this may trigger contempt for the speaker.
Also see: Logistical Regression
Carter's co-worker was "short"-sighted in their abilities. When challenged on the amount of data science she produced the co-worker responded erroneously "We do iterative regression every day".
by Bobby Peach July 10, 2018

A coping mechanism and/or therapeutic practice wherein one’s mindset and behaviors regress to those of a child’s
Often abbreviated to Agere
Often abbreviated to Agere
by thisvexesme July 11, 2025

"Regression to the Gene" is the uncanny and often hilarious phenomenon where, despite one's valiant efforts, countless self-help books, and even the occasional life-changing seminar, an individual's behavior, quirks, and even sneeze patterns inevitably circle back to mirror those of their family tree. It's as if your DNA has a sense of humor, ensuring that no matter how hard you try to reinvent yourself, you'll find yourself laughing like your dad at bad jokes, hoarding condiments like your mom, or even adopting grandpa's infamous eyebrow wiggle during serious conversations. This cosmic joke of nature proves that you can take the person out of the family, but you can't take the family out of the person. So next time you catch yourself saying, "I'll never be like my parents!" remember, regression to the gene waits for no one, ready to remind you that family traits stick closer than that one sock you can't seem to get rid of.
"After years of yoga and meditation to calm his fiery temper, John exploded over a spilled coffee, proving once again the inescapable pull of regression to the gene. He laughed it off, saying, 'Well, looks like I'm truly my father's son!'"
by anuragbas February 05, 2024
