bwiset ka. it’s not funny. hope you’ll quit doing this. >:(
i’m sorry. it’s me. the problem is with me. i shouldn’t have “investigated” further. the truth doesn’t always equate to freedom. and freedom isn’t always good. what a burden, this knowledge i have of you. i wish i hadn’t known. fuuuuck. and i couldn’t bring to hate you that easily cos there’s really no reason to. eventually, all the blame will come down to me and my premature assumptions. they say i’m too dense, but it’s really just a cover cos i couldn’t handle the truth well enough to be called mature. such a tricky tricky life. this aspect of my brain is no doubt the most underdeveloped.
i want, uhm, ice cream. >:(
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