It's strange sometimes, the ideas that get into your head. You think you're somewhere safe when you aren't, you think you're alive when you're dead, and people are in denial so much that there's not much you can do but think and be afraid. I think that's what I was put on this earth for-- rejection. I don't even try to get to that but it happens anyway. I'm nice to everyone I meet, and because of that I suffer. I like to think my suffering isn't any worse than the assholes of the earth though. I'd like to think that.
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