He thinks with his mouth out loud. He will say what he is thinking before he types it. The substance of his brain is public and you know what? He doesn't care.
There is someone out there like this.
She plays with rubber bands, doesn't know anything about being human. She says so much but none of it is conversation. Food is the purpose of life. Comfort its embellishment. Sleep is necessary.
There is a cat like this.
Sometimes I wonder what the big difference is.
What does it mean to be human?
I don't know what it means to be a cat
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- Cringelord
- I have been told that I never fell in love. I have been told that I have no future because of my low grades in school. I have been told that I am going to die from Anorexia. I might never have been in love, but I'll show you how perfection is achieved.
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