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I'm not really sure what I'm doing with my life besides nothing at the moment, endlessly repeating day to day daily mistakes and impishly pretending that my display is worth anything, rather than the nothing that it suffuses through my soul, the vacuous reality that has become my internal monologue and the lack thereof intelligent thought or stimulation, the void and oblivion that is just an excuse for a thesaurus or simply a display of masculine bravado through vocabulary and therefore knowledge or at least an attempt to woo the woe of my friends that I don't see these days while I lock myself in a room and sleep until I cannot anymore rather than waking up at a normal time and going out to play like a normal boy with normal friends and other people for stimulation instead of the internet that panders to my thoughts and desires the way that a book would pander should I have written it to be exactly what I want exactly what I need exactlyWhatItIsThatIWantToReadToSeeNoSurprisesNoSuspenseJustPureUnadulteratedThoughtsFromInsideMyHeadAndOutsideOfItAllMeshingTogetherIntoASwirlOf

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