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Kraken
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Ugliness leads to loneliness. I'm sure a lot of you can understand. And through loneliness I have browsed the internet for hours upon hours, absorbing so much information. Additionally, I sit and think. Think about life. Think about the universe. Think about philosophies, religions, and politics. And I fucking hate it.
While I read political debates in youtube comment sections, Stacies and Chads are setting up their frat/sorority house for the party that night. They don't even know their political stance, they just vote for who they're family or friends like.
While I walk around my neighborhood by myself on a Saturday afternoon, Stacies and Chads are tailgating before their college football game.
While I eat dinner with my mom and dad at a pathetically old age, Stacies and Chads are eating at a table of 20 friends in their annual frat/sorority charity dinner.
While I lie in bed Friday night watching someone else play video games on twitch, a Chad is penetrating a Stacy in a frathouse bedroom, with her moans in his right ear and the muffled sound of the party downstairs in his left ear.
While I'm working a shit retail job in June, Stacies and Chads are staying in a hotel together for a week at the beach.
I'm so fucking sick of it. And I need a change. Thanks for reading my rant.
While I read political debates in youtube comment sections, Stacies and Chads are setting up their frat/sorority house for the party that night. They don't even know their political stance, they just vote for who they're family or friends like.
While I walk around my neighborhood by myself on a Saturday afternoon, Stacies and Chads are tailgating before their college football game.
While I eat dinner with my mom and dad at a pathetically old age, Stacies and Chads are eating at a table of 20 friends in their annual frat/sorority charity dinner.
While I lie in bed Friday night watching someone else play video games on twitch, a Chad is penetrating a Stacy in a frathouse bedroom, with her moans in his right ear and the muffled sound of the party downstairs in his left ear.
While I'm working a shit retail job in June, Stacies and Chads are staying in a hotel together for a week at the beach.
I'm so fucking sick of it. And I need a change. Thanks for reading my rant.