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The bottom of what is wrong with me:
everyone.
And I do mean everyone. Get the fuck over it.
Xmas. Why do we celebrate this ridiculous holiday?
So we can materialize and monopolize a once contemporary and traditional religious holiday. Malversation?
I am the ultimation of the grinch.
And Wal-mart still busy at midnight?
Sometimes I feel like I am real, alive, but to everyone else I am not.
And ever since that oh-so empyrean incident, I have perpetually felt this way.
Really, I don't know why I continue.
Stop.
I pressed play, but you were faulty.
So now I stop.
And you eject.
And this whole "hey, let's hang out with 20 people..."
I am no longer social. I prefer it. And I don't regret it.
Call me selfish.
But I can only stand anyone in single integers.
you. and me. =2.
and no.
this is not you in the spotlight.
i quit.
i am leaving.
and one, i don't care.
and two, i think i will like everything better this way.