What you're reading is text from a severely lonely and currently pathetic human being who is miserable in his current situation. Not only is said situation miserable, but it will get even worse in approximately two weeks.
Christ, I can't even talk to anyone online without dumping upon them lines of endless tripe that they could give a shit about. And to perfect strangers, nonetheless.
No one ever asked if I wanted to be human.
Christ, I can't even talk to anyone online without dumping upon them lines of endless tripe that they could give a shit about. And to perfect strangers, nonetheless.
No one ever asked if I wanted to be human.