The Truth Is…

Before I go to sleep every night, I wish everybody the worst.

My bed is the single most terrible place to sleep, and I hate the food that sits on my plate. 

There’s absolutely no passion from anybody in sight, including me, and we’re all sick and tired of being ourselves. 

I could go on, but I’m just playing pretend because it’s the start of a beautiful April and we’re all just human.

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