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Honestly, I don't even fucking know anymore

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My brain processes things in weird ways. I overthink and underthink a topic at the same time. *Cough* MATH *Cough* I just have random things I want to say, some good, some bad, either way, you'll be able tell that I don't give a damn. I like to go on rants and, if I'm ever in a ranting mood, I will write on here! Who knows, maybe, just maybe, you'll find my antics amusing, or disturbing. Either way. Good luck. You might need it. Or not. Only one way to find out, right?All Rights Reserved

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