Someone out there felt depressingly remorseful for realising that those people who you often meet through your effin hypersensitive imagination can never be true? They will always be staying inside the fucking fact that they are just some bunch of shitty fictional characters made by a crappy writer!
Like dude! Why do I feel that I belonged to them? Like they are those people who I must hangout with? Like hello? I'm here and I fucking need some of those before facing my great demise! I need a life, in short.
Oh god! It is really true that even though you fit in does not mean you belong. Af.
BINABASA MO ANG
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AléatoireThe content of this crap are just part of my stupidity. And yeah, I know that no one cares. Like I care ? I don't care if you don't. Curse you with the love of Satan. Lul.
