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I'm eating my favorite snack for the day. So crunchy!
I'm eating my favorite snack for the day. So crunchy!
Okay that's enough for today. See you again tomorrow.
Maybe I’m not even allergic to latex.
My first lesson in elementary was that I shared the fact my mom is an ethnic minority to a school friend. He then told other kids as an interesting story. It quickly turned into something people look down on.
It was just something I've done since forever that I didn't know it wasn't normal.
Wanna hear something weird?
I told you that my friends don't talk to each other, right? But that's not all.
Each one of them knows more about different parts of me. One knows more about my family. One knows more about my autistic habits. One knows more about my issue with schoolmates and general relationships.
But since none of them talks to each other ever. They can never compare notes and have a full picture of me. Of course my parents barely know about what I did at school.
That makes you the one with the map to the entire thing.
I’m not telling you.
Ho ho ho. I hit on a total new angle that could really benefits ME!
Obsessive made me feel nauseous since yesterday. I have to eat extra melon to wash it down.
I'm not gonna be here inventing a bunch of universal rules of who morally deserves to get slaps because that would make me an obsessive. And being obsessive is stupid.
Me being not obsessive is to acknowledge what makes the expression of desire appreciated by myself. Or, as obsessive don't know, PREFERENCES.
That is, it comes from someone with better grades than me, because I value education. Someone with an interesting personality, because I consider being conforming is low quality and that wouldn't satisfy my narcissism. Then comes the look, because 2 attractiveness is better than 1. If that's the case, I don't think their expressions would ever be inappropriate.