I'm the kind of person that has to have somebody. People scare me, so I find someone I can cling to. That's just what I do. I'm good to them. I'm not a bad person. Not really. Well... Nah.
I make mental death threats to so many people. What's wrong with me? I like blood. I'm scared of the dark. I cry when I'm happy. I hate living, but I hate looking selfish even more.
Maybe there is something wrong. Maybe.
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The "Funny" Book
RandomThis is literally just random garbage I feel the need to tell the world.
