Friend: my mom is so controlling! She makes us clean our room every Sunday and never eats fast food--
Me: maybe she's trying to make everything perfect to make up for her own imperfections
Friend: bro
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Me: *sees object leaning on other object*
Me: objects can be like people sometimes. They have their fair share of bumps and bruises, being tossed around by the world and such, and they all start out so small, developing personality later on. Most of them are shaped or held together by other beings or weather, just like people are influenced and held up by other people.
Mom: what have you done with my daughter?!?! *threatens to call the cops*
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Bro: that person where's way too much black I don't understand it
Me: maybe they're representing the darkness in every human soul.
Bro: sorry I assumed you were my sister. You look a lot like her. *walks away*
Me:
Me: ;-;
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I feel so weird today something must be affecting my brain XD
