thehomosapiens
There's no beer in my cup. I was just pretending. I don't belong here. These people are crazy. Do I want to be in a party? No I don't.
I fried the chicken. It's really hard to be alone at times like this. I need to get a life. I need to get out of this hell hole I made. I need to get out so I don't have to cook my own food. I need to. I need to. Or else I'm going to go mad.
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