I've legitimately become a burden to every person in real life. I just don't really know what to do, they seem to like me more when I'm depressed and stowed away in my room. But then they claim that I don't care for them because I'm always in my room. I'm in my room so I'm not a burden and I'm not hurting them and I'm not causing anger. I wish I could make people happy. Oh well, I'll keep trying.
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RandomI'm a bit late but this is just a good ol' spam book. Nothing special, in all honesty, just a vessel for my thoughts and other excrement that pools in my brain.
