Once upon a time I did, but no... I've never been the same since the last 99 cent menu in America disappeared. This is what made me turn to self medicating. A jr bacon cheeseburger should be 99 cents damnit.
Yes, let's make jokes to deflect from the fact that we are intrinsically uncomfortable with being inside of our own heads.
Just not really in a feely sharey mood today
I am sorry if I am probing a little too much, I don't want to be an asshole.
I know what you mean. I never feel like sharing about anything, unless it is a distraction from the way I feel.
Sometimes I will even share weird shit, like poems, to distract people from my own problems and the way I actually feel.
I will go so far as to invent complete personas on the internet, based off of sharing poems, writing "honest" poems for the people, just to distract myself for a moment, because I do not want to be who I actually am.
Life is weird that way, sometimes.
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