God damn it, I have been living in the rubble of my own failed economy since 2012 and no one gets it. The contradictions are so heavy, I can’t even pick up my coffee anymore. Everything is a commodity. Including myself. Please just send me a bailout package or some kind of emotional support.
I wrote one down that went "Damn girl, can I not stop thinking about you, or am I just morbidly obsessed?", or something. The original's better, but I'd have to flip through my notebook. You practicing "cold reading" to trickle out my thoughts there? Is this what "leaking" is about?
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