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Chronic, misanthropic disposition has developed into an epidemic. Nah, I don't relate. I don't assume the worst. We don't all focus on who nor what we hate. Life is full of opportunities however, you're full of excuses. Evidentially you're attracted to problems and that's alright provided you intend to solve them and can do so. I am not a puzzle. The jig is up. I'm never becoming who you hope I will become. You were infatuated with who you imagined; that hypothetical person does not exist.
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
Hypothetical Person
Chronic, misanthropic disposition has developed into an epidemic. Nah, I don't relate. I don't assume the worst. We don't all focus on who nor what we hate. Life is full of opportunities however, you're full of excuses. Evidentially you're attracted to problems and that's alright provided you intend to solve them and can do so. I am not a puzzle. The jig is up. I'm never becoming who you hope I will become. You were infatuated with who you imagined; that hypothetical person does not exist.
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 6:37 PM UTC
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