Emerson40
An evening spent dancing
- Joined
- Aug 27, 2012
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How incredibly depressing it must be, when stepping away from the computer for even a brief moment only amplifies your inner voice - 30% anxiety, 30% depression, and 40% self-loathing - and has you instantly logging back in, asking feedback from a group of people who you've irked so much, they not only don't sympathize with you and your debilitating condition, they'd be perfectly fine if a piano fell from the sky and squashed your annoying self flat.
Can you imagine having so little control over your decisions, impulses, and life in general?
Such is the life of ol' Sharpie345. His relentless need for attention has him returning each and everyday, just to be told by as many folks as possible, to 'fuck off already'.
Goodness gracious, to have so little control over your life. Like your mind is shackled to a mobility scooter that has no reverse and the handle bars are locked, turning only to the right. Sad life. Sad, sad life.
Can you imagine having so little control over your decisions, impulses, and life in general?
Such is the life of ol' Sharpie345. His relentless need for attention has him returning each and everyday, just to be told by as many folks as possible, to 'fuck off already'.
Goodness gracious, to have so little control over your life. Like your mind is shackled to a mobility scooter that has no reverse and the handle bars are locked, turning only to the right. Sad life. Sad, sad life.

