ughh... does that imbecile really expect me to read fiftteen of his posts? his exhibitionism is so friable, like my croissant. i am going to go back to drinking my coffee and staring off in the distance. god such an idiot.
does he really need my affection so desperately? can't i just be left alone? i am reminded of the wise words of sartre, "hell is other people." will i ever be able to listen to this piano and smoke my cigarette in peace?
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