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This always happens. I get *** and then I'm locked in this prison.
What, you're paranoid? God, please, no one thinks anything bad. You're the beautiful,
fair, untouchable art princess.
No, I'm not so much paranoid. More like I'd rather choose to just be this observer. For
one, I know that if I feel any vibe about any guy, I should know it means red flag,
red flag! Beyond that, basically I hate everyone. I hate her...and her. And that guy with the
*** Boy Scout jacket. Like, is that supposed to be ironic?
Yeah, I would say more misanthrope than paranoid.
Yeah, but I'm also so tired of hating everything, you know? I mean, truly.