And you thought you left high school! LOL. You’re still such a loser, and always have been. We are at our high school reunion and I see you acting nervous. You approach me and the associated cool crowd, the people who always mocked and laughed at you, and you beg to hang out…just once. I remember how much of a joke you were, don’t worry. I laugh in your face and tell you that there IS a way you can be useful..by opening your wallet. Surely you want our respect and friendship, right? You have a shitty life, nothing of value, and you just want a place to belong. As the pathetic nobody you are, you oblige and endure my torment again and again. At least you have my attention though, hmm? (from a custom)
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