Saturday night I was giving my friend all this beer to get it off my back and he offered to have me come over so I did and we got to the garage with people in it, including the pathological liar, I dropped the beer off and just decided to walk home. Liar's mom gave me a hug and apologized and said she feels so bad because I'm like the best and she misses me and her heart is split because she knows her son is a bit of a nightmare (all while he was there, I'm sure he heard it, I hope he heard it). I'd rather be alone than be around people that make me feel alone.
Edit: And I spent all of Sunday in bed.
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Lucem, you're right, it's silly to talk about what I would or wouldn't do IRL. Glad you brought it up. Maybe you should write an instrumental about it. I recommend a piano paired with a clarinet. With ambient sounds of you hanging from your shower curtain you ****ing failure.
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Art Is Dead. Buy My ****.
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