I hate small talk.
I wanna talk about death, aliens, magic, scary movies, intellect, violent video games, the meaning of life, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies that you've told, your flaws, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears.
I don't wanna know "what's up"
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