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My mantra has become “don’t walk into traffic”

Sometimes specifically “do not tear off your clothes and run into traffic”

The battle is hard

I yearn for the pavement

Please god let me get hit by a car but not die but get a lot of money please please please

I’m sorry I’m spewing ideation on my plurk i have no other outlet

I have resting bitch face, resting cunt voice, I want to die body language

I’m the complete unapproachable package

I wouldn’t want to be around me, I feel awful having to subject people to it at work all day

You know maybe the guy who said he’s sorry I have to wake up every day being me had it right all along actually