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....I wanna eat something.
Not food.
Maybe an arm or a leg. Or an ear.
I think I'm the only one who doesn't really have a purpose here anymore. If I ever had one to begin with, yeah? I mean, aside from making my dear lovely Lucy shine brighter than everyone, which, looking back at it, what probably the only thing I ever did well aside from walkig in on Raphie with some woman. I feel like a walking joke, and there's, like nothing left for me to do anyway. Except make fun of myself, maybe? And be the retard. Hmmm.
Heh, whatthefuckever, brain. We're not making sense.
I have to ask, by the way.
What the hell's our purpose, again? Aside from the whole "to serve for the greater being" shit and all. Hell, not even that, what the heck's the point to being some high-powered living canonball?
Not food.
Maybe an arm or a leg. Or an ear.
I think I'm the only one who doesn't really have a purpose here anymore. If I ever had one to begin with, yeah? I mean, aside from making my dear lovely Lucy shine brighter than everyone, which, looking back at it, what probably the only thing I ever did well aside from walkig in on Raphie with some woman. I feel like a walking joke, and there's, like nothing left for me to do anyway. Except make fun of myself, maybe? And be the retard. Hmmm.
Heh, whatthefuckever, brain. We're not making sense.
I have to ask, by the way.
What the hell's our purpose, again? Aside from the whole "to serve for the greater being" shit and all. Hell, not even that, what the heck's the point to being some high-powered living canonball?