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Are you going to continue see water and sand?

I'm 98% sure I did die. 
          I want more Elias Bouchard content.

Did I die?

Me *trying to write a more explicit scene for a personal story on a computer*: It's okay, you're not even connected to the internet.
          
          My brain: something doesn't fell right... What if I just go back to writing on my notebook?
          
          Me: no, it's ten pages, I can't go back to a notebook, besides it's just a kissing scene, I can do it.
          
          Also me: *trembling harshly as I type*

Ok but, am I neurodivergent or am I doing it for attention? Either way, what's wrong with me? Why won't she talk back? Why won't he stop talking? Do I like her or do I wish I were her? What do I do? Do they love me? Why does everybody care sm but then dgaf? Why have I been having tics for days?
          
          Help (I need somebodyyy) Help (not just anybodyyy)
          
          Also, is that person that finds me everywhere my stalker or me?

What if the friar didn't get there on time to tell Romeo on purpose?

After my years of contemplation of this planet I've come to a solid conclusion:
          
          You can classify the majority of mankind under two tabs, people who pour the milk before and people who pour the milk after the cereals. 
          
          Both sides have their reasons to like their way and believe it's right. 
          
          You'll meet stubborn people who will try to convince you or force their ideas on you. You'll also meet open minded people who'll be able to try both ways and admit they were wrong if they change their mind.
          
          Most discussions and argument will start by two stubborn people trying to make the other comprehend why they're wrong. But the truth is, you can't really change someone's mind if they don't want that to happen. 
          
          And in the end we're all just enjoying our bowl of cereals until it's finished and we're only left with the faint memory of its taste in our mouth.
          
          Of course there are people who won't have milk and/or cereals and therefore don't enjoy a bowl of cereals. We don't talk about them.

Its canon Monoma likes french, belgian literature. And I've heard that he kinda looks like Tintin...?

Wait a minute, shit don't add up. What's keeping us from believing everything in our life's is fake? Like in tpn, Truman's show, etc, we're presented with a reality that we must complete, like a video game (we even have coins, points and levels).
          
          What if someone else is planning all the random shit happening in your life. What if I'm a robot and you're reading this message because someone made you read it? What if you live in a world with magic or aliens or something and you just don't know.
          
          And they are leaving you hints, an experiment to see how long takes you to figure it out and believe it. 
          
          Babes, what if you're just that, an experiment, and you will get eaten by demons upon your death.
          
          Act like no one cares and surprise the shit out of the manager.
          
          

Depressed asf ✓ 
          Needs therapy ✓ 
          Wants acceptance (and possibly cuddles) ✓ 
          "Please leave me alone" ✓
          If you know me, no you don't ✓
          ...
          Let's go 2021! 
          Literally though, can I go?