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I always make sense to myself. Others just need to upgrade their softwares to be on my level.
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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞�� 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.
𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘
𝙾𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚢
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.
𝚆𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
𝚂𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎.
-'𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐' 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑
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I am the King of the World.
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3 hours of unparalleled productivity hooooly fuck i feel invincible. No more of that "Why mee?!!!" mentality. It's only gonna be "Try me." from now on. AAAAAAAARRGGHHHHHHH BRING IT ON BITCHES
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has anyone else been feeling a weird sense of detachment from their past memories like I can't even recognise my past self anymore. My future seems more familiar to me than my past does. Is that weird?
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Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999
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