If I could lose weight with the number of people I'm losing, I'd be as light as a fucking feather.
If I got paid every time I lost someone I would be richer than Bill Gates.
If you can't love me for me; then I'd rather have you go.
(My apologies to you, probable reader. This blog contains profane nonsense uttered by a cluttered mind.
It's the teenage, you see.)
What does a depressed, fat, lonely kid with absolutely no social life to speak of do?
Make a blog for no one to see.
Bouncing blue baboons.
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