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FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I DON'T WANT TO BE TIRED AND OVERWHELMED ANYMORE. I DON'T FEEL CLOSE TO PEOPLE. I DON'T TRUST PEOPLE. ALL SOCIAL INTERACTION IS TAXING. WHY CAN'T PEOPLE JUST ADMIT THE REASON THEY DO ANYTHING AND THEN POST IT ONLINE IS NOT BECAUSE THEY LOVE WHAT THEY DO, BUT BECAUSE THEY LOVE THE IDEA OF SEEING THEMSELVES DOING IT OR BEING IT OR WHATEVER. ANONYMITY IS THE ONLY SALVATION AND CHANNEL OF TRUTH.

JUST ADMIT IT'S ABOUT YOU. IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU.

THERE'S ANNOYING VAPID WHORES AND STUPID MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLES AND VIRTUE SLINGING HYPOCRITES AND JUDGEMENTAL GOSSIPY TWATS AND INTENTIONALLY IGNORANT MOUTHERS AND SNEAKY MORALLY VOID SNAKES AND GLOBS OF PROGRAMMABLE MATTER DESPERATE TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO BE AND SO ON AND SO ON.

I JUST WANT SOLITUDE. I JUST WANT SOME TIME TO BE ALONE AND FREE AND PRODUCTIVE. PLEASE. I CAN'T HANDLE EVERYONE AND THEIR NOISE. PLEASE. I DON'T WANT THEM TO HAVE TO HEAR MINE EITHER. THIS IS ALL A TWO WAY STREET. LET'S LIVE IN PEACE WITH OURSELVES. PLEASE.

NO MORE STRESS. NO MORE FEAR. NO MORE IRRITABILITY. NO MORE DREAD.