Thoughts
I feel like a baby clumsily flailing around my heart.
I still have dreams about Blaseball. I'm afraid of love because the last thing I loved
was an online surrealist baseball simulator that shut down 3 years ago and I'm still not over it.
Well, and I feel like that's a problem with me. Like I shouldn't care about the gay sports simulator and it shouldn't bother me and I can't talk to people about it. Having a "friend" sucks because I can't talk to them about the stuff that I actually care about.
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