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16-11

 I love typing on the keyboard. I think it gives a slight kind of a half percentage of dopamine hits every time you press a button. I don't know how dopamine works but it feels like so. Anyway, I am lazy. I am being lazy and I need to do the things I need to do? yes or no?

Anyway, I like writing. And I mean that by typing. They should change it now. Change the thing to typing instead of writing. They should have that with distinct. 

Also, I am tired of adults. We ruin everything really. Why do we think we know so much. I think I know so much by saying 'why do we think we know so much'. I feel bad for everyone but I blame everyone for how we are.

Either or yes or no.

You know how when you say sorry, nothing really happens? If I say sorry to the world what then? How come all of our decisions are so heavy by consequence yet it doesn't mean anything. What then?

I take this lightheartedly. I drank coffee today. Coffee with Milo with Milk. It tastes quite good.


I am egoistic. I really care how I feel. I really, really care for how I feel. But I hate myself. It's a modern disease really. You can see that everywhere on the internet. Sharing about how much they think highly of themselves but at the same time have a deep sense of hatred of themselves.

I wish we could all term ourselves better. I wish we could all just tell everybody "Hey! I am a Narcissist!" "I am an Egoistic!". 

For me, I am Egoistic. I like to put my interest before others. I think I am narcissistic too. But I don't know. I don't think I'm fully aware of Myself really. bla blalallala



OBJECTIVE REALITY!!1 --- I love having a platform to write my shit on. Thank you bloggre

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