Really, I am.
Most of the time I just vibe with people, you know. But I'm not really there. They end up opening up, i spin some embarassing stories of my own in return, not instantly of course, but days or months later. Even break down to them as to maintain the facade, but it's all an act. I'm pretending to be human.
Love is but a theatre play. Friendship nonexistant.
It's pretty mild and boring. Sometimes I addopt some unfortunate mentally ill woman. Brings some color to my life. It never lasts, I usually manage to help them better their situation, but they dissapoint me when they drop the act.
Can get some ideals and whatnot. Humanity should strive for the stars in the end, and maybe we're all doing our best to be cogs in that machine. Thats a nice thought. A pleasant goal. It sounds good, but deep down, I'm simply acting it out, what do I care...
Damn, I fat fingered the formatting.
This is ruining my aesthetic
Laugh all you want with your secret knowledge peanut boy, I know too much about you as well. Way more than I'd want to, honestly.
Why I'm posting this? To garner some replies maybe.
Peach overcame her grudge against men it seems like. I wonder if buttered toast is hot... I bet them sociopathic women are on the prowl!!!
