putitonmybill.org was created in 2018, and years later, the motives and intentions of the website creator(s) remain unclear.
Many evenings, I find myself without a community. By extension, I am without a sense of belonging or purpose. There is this great impenetrable wall, a grand and imposing chasm, between myself and feeling as if I can functionally integrate myself into social circles, As if I could form meaningful connections with other human beings. Is it trauma? Fear of rejection? Or, in my greatest fears, is it the fact that it just was never meant to be? Maybe putitonmybill.org exists as a means to answer that question. For all I know, it could be a fruitless effort. It could all be a fruitless effort.
I suppose this website has as just much purpose existing on this earth as you or I do.
If you are a human being who finds themselves confused, sickly and dejected at four in the morning, you belong to putitonmybill.org.