WARNING: WHAT FOLLOWS WILL MOST LIKELY HAVE NO TRAIN OF THOUGHT.
As I sit here, at 1.46 in the morning, things aren't per say occurring to me, but rather, I am deciding in my wee brain some better options for the days ahead. I am fucking SICK of being so obsessed. Worrying about things that humans or women are programmed to worry about. I want to
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