or sitting around a campfire in the forest playing a dumb guitar. Even online I can’t escape from people living a full life, I’m so tired of this. I hate you all, all 20 users of this platform.
or sitting around a campfire in the forest playing a dumb guitar. Even online I can’t escape from people living a full life, I’m so tired of this. I hate you all, all 20 users of this platform.
Why would we pretend to be weird shut-ins when we actually had a vibrant social life?
I dunno, why do I pretend to be sane to lure in unsuspecting strangers for uncomfortably personal conversations about mortality? And love? And possibly other things idk
Life’s full of mysteries