I don't get people sometimes. I don't like when my generosity is taken advantage of. I don't like being fucked over by selfishness. I don't like feeling that I can not trust friends.
I'm not eager for any outcome. It's lose, lose; lose, lose; or lose, lose. Only the paths of travel are different. Final note is inevitably the same.
Fuck you, Tim.
I smell bad today from working hard and sweating. I'm taking advantage of you next, big boi.
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