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I can't even type no fucking more, bro. My fucking phone, bro. Like, I need a new fucking phone. Like, this shit dumb as fuck, bro. But look, what I really got on here to say, bro, is life really crazy for real. Like, most of this shit really just nonsense, bro. You gotta focus on more, like, the synchronicities, bro. The things that are the same. And you'll find the right path.
I was a doubt listener. I like I don't know I zoned out when when you started to talk. What was I trying to say? Oh, you kind of look I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I got a notification. Um, you look like this very lonely
I feel that. Why second he was talking about not being able to type, and then something else about being on the right path? And I don't know, like, halfway through, so I was just sitting there like, Mmm, pardon? My good sir, could you elaborate that, please? Uh, my little autistic ADHD brain cannot handle this. Explain? Wha-what? What happened? What's going on? Like, bleh, I don't know anymore. I just wanna cry.