No one hates me as much as I hate myself. You don’t even need to meet me to know that I suck, and that I suck a lot. Just one glance at my poorly dressed self will give you enough insight into my fucked up little bitch capabilities. Sure, I could enlist the help of … Continue reading Burlap Sack: I hate myself
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