A reoccurring thought I've been having is "why do I even talk to people."
Seriously evaluating a decision to cease communication with all but 2 or 3 human beings.
Feel deep sadness over this article.
Loving a city that is predominately owned by people who don't is a shitty kind of hurt.
Just asked my magic 8-ball if "l'll live to see another year."
Its response: "..."
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