You don't have to defend me because some loser says I'm shit you know. Just tossing that out there. I could care less.>>15534372"Nah, nothing particularly amazing."
The lesson. There needs to be a lesson in all of this. None of it makes sense, it's all being thrust onto you all at once. Who knows, maybe your life isn't even real. Maybe, as you watch these fireworks explode in your face, with either generic explosions or cute ones that resemble Poke-related shit, someone's watching you.
Like the Trubbish Show. That one movie about that Trubbish who realizes his entire life is a lie, and that he's in a show or something...that's about his life?
'I don't know. I didn't see that movie. I only heard about it.'
You shouldn't talk about shit you don't know about. That could get you killed one day. Thank god you've gone delusional and you're going to waste away the rest of the night just talking to yourself, talking to yourself because you're too much of a ruminating pussy to go ahead and confront the bitch to your right.
You've never accepted a girl's love before.
You've never denied it either.
You're just a teenage guy who made a whole 15-16 ambiguous years of his life just kinda slaving away in the background. Your father was a nobody, some farm guy, he had a few sheep, and was a bit brash on the edges, 'Why did mom ever fall in love with him? What did she see in him?'
You never ruffled any feathers, you never pushed anyone's shit in, at least *before* you left on your journey, that is. Now all of a sudden you're expected to go up against these convoluted arcs that, SURPRISE SURPRISE, have all but everything to do with your hormones, and how they act.
'If I had more balls, would I be sleeping with more chicks by this point?'
