Never will you see me cry, or scream, or laugh. I simply have no desire to because my emotional state allows me to experience pain outside of the scope of physical expression. Within my brain resides a part that's adapted to high doses of heroin, instantly rendering the human experience obsolete through sheer force of medicative fortitude
I do laugh sometimes, but I wish I screamed and cried more.
Crying is nice, but super hard to pull off.
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the correlation between the stipulations of the above manifestation precedes the inflation of my masculine connotation
Inflation of indeed mutate brainfreeze pills need medication
Every once and a while I have a really good cry.
I sit in my office until like 2 am and weep for several hours.
For fun, or for some other reason?
Every once and a while I have a really good cry.
I sit in my office until like 2 am and weep for several hours.
For fun, or for some other reason?
I find it fun but it seems to be some kind of existential dread reaching a boiling point.
It happens 2-3 times a year.