"It is unhealthy..."
"I am human, of course I feel..."
"Why are you so..."
I don't care. I don't care. Do I need it? Do I want it?
I don't know, and I do not see a reason to care.
"So you don't want to hang out with me?"
I don't care.
"I can't even ask... because you have such a low ego."
Not my problem right?
"Why can't you be happy?"
Why can't I? What do they mean? I am a human, I have feelings, I feel happiness.
Watching my favorite shows, chatting with people behind my mask, playing games, taking care of...
It makes me happy.
What makes them think I am always unhappy? Is that what they want me to do- be unhappy all the time?
I did say I was unhappy all the time.
I forgot about the white sheep at the time. I don't know why I need or want them though...
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
