Thank you for choosing options.

I have a stomach ache.

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have like a million problems.

Some of them are bad women in my past.

Why is that CURRENTLY a problem?

I don’t get. I don’t get.

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But for whatever it means, I must improve my vocabulary.

I’m learning languages, trying to improve on things, managing my mental illness like, 3x better (but wait for oscillations to taper out).

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I don’t know.

Bipolar asian people will be the death of the planet.

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Sorry.

That’s about it for tonight.

And I am still getting back into it I guess.

I don’t know. What do you think?

I wouldn’t know.

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Don’t say stupid things like, “Nobody is telepathic”, please. Of course! It need not be said.

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Where does it go. What it sounds like here. Neighborhood rules.

I grew up on a tennis court, in classrooms, && on the computer.

Leave me alone.

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Har-har, har.

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Or whatever.

I don’t know much anymore. Maybe something will be legalized here or there.

Handcuffs forking hort.

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Unnecessary suffering.

Oh well.

Now I must THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.

How bout no?

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I give up, black people. Why does life require micromanagement of this degree? This is not reasonable.

I give up.

Sorry.

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So how are you tonight?