i wish i had a car so i could just leave school

[GabachoCopium]

they have the parking lot open so if i had a whip i could just dip and ditch school but i don’t have a car so i’m just fuming i just wanna leave and buy a cheese burger without cheese from the mcdonald near me and fuck my oneitis in my car. shits pissing me off innit

 

[Dr. Bludy]

Once in a secluded corner of a city, hidden behind the imposing walls of a mental institution, there resided a man known only as "_MVP_." His real name had been lost to time, buried beneath layers of enigma and mental anguish. The staff at the institution referred to him as "_MVP_" due to the bizarre way he seemed to operate within the confines of the psych ward.

_MVP_ was a figure shrouded in mystery. He had been committed to the institution under circumstances that no one seemed to fully understand. Some said he was a brilliant scientist who had delved too deeply into the secrets of the universe. Others whispered that he had once been a renowned artist, but the weight of his own creations had driven him to madness. The truth was known only to _MVP_ himself, and it was locked deep within the labyrinth of his mind.

Inside the institution, _MVP_ was a chaotic force of nature. He was known for his eccentric behavior and his fascination with seemingly random objects. He would spend hours arranging and rearranging the chessboard, oblivious to anyone else in the room. He would mutter cryptic phrases to himself and draw intricate patterns on the walls with whatever materials he could find.

Despite his unpredictable actions, there was a method to _MVP_'s madness. He saw connections and patterns where others saw only chaos. Some of the institution's staff believed that he might hold the key to unraveling the mysteries of the human mind, if only they could decipher his ramblings.

In rare moments of lucidity, _MVP_ would engage in deep, philosophical conversations, discussing the nature of reality and the meaning of life. These moments of clarity were fleeting, and soon he would retreat back into his own world of madness.

Over the years, many sought to understand _MVP_, but he remained a puzzle with no clear solution. The institution became his home, and he its enigmatic resident. While his sanity remained locked away, his mind continued to dance on the edge of brilliance and insanity, a realm where the boundaries of reality were blurred, and the world was seen through a unique and perplexing lens. The story of "_MVP_" was a testament to the mysteries that could be found within the human psyche, waiting to be unlocked or forever remain locked away.

 

[PLA1092]

Drivers license pill is devastating

 

[GabachoCopium]

Once in a secluded corner of a city, hidden behind the imposing walls of a mental institution, there resided a man known only as "_MVP_." His real name had been lost to time, buried beneath layers of enigma and mental anguish. The staff at the institution referred to him as "_MVP_" due to the bizarre way he seemed to operate within the confines of the psych ward.

_MVP_ was a figure shrouded in mystery. He had been committed to the institution under circumstances that no one seemed to fully understand. Some said he was a brilliant scientist who had delved too deeply into the secrets of the universe. Others whispered that he had once been a renowned artist, but the weight of his own creations had driven him to madness. The truth was known only to _MVP_ himself, and it was locked deep within the labyrinth of his mind.

Inside the institution, _MVP_ was a chaotic force of nature. He was known for his eccentric behavior and his fascination with seemingly random objects. He would spend hours arranging and rearranging the chessboard, oblivious to anyone else in the room. He would mutter cryptic phrases to himself and draw intricate patterns on the walls with whatever materials he could find.

Despite his unpredictable actions, there was a method to _MVP_'s madness. He saw connections and patterns where others saw only chaos. Some of the institution's staff believed that he might hold the key to unraveling the mysteries of the human mind, if only they could decipher his ramblings.

In rare moments of lucidity, _MVP_ would engage in deep, philosophical conversations, discussing the nature of reality and the meaning of life. These moments of clarity were fleeting, and soon he would retreat back into his own world of madness.

Over the years, many sought to understand _MVP_, but he remained a puzzle with no clear solution. The institution became his home, and he its enigmatic resident. While his sanity remained locked away, his mind continued to dance on the edge of brilliance and insanity, a realm where the boundaries of reality were blurred, and the world was seen through a unique and perplexing lens. The story of "_MVP_" was a testament to the mysteries that could be found within the human psyche, waiting to be unlocked or forever remain locked away.

kill yourself you retarded shitposting curry