I wish we could post videos we recorded on our phones into our books because I swear when I get my new phone I'm gonna smash the shit out of my old one with a hammer and record it and watch it over and over while laughing maniacally because this stupid phone is driving me crazy and I will receive immense satisfaction from its utter destruction and I will bathe in its shattered parts under the light of my new phone while humming to every Don't Hug Me I'm Scared song IM NOT OK GUYS
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Just Cause
RandomBasically a documentation of my slow but steady mental deterioration. I need to be put to rest.
