for you, you, you, not you, and you.
i really really really, seriously fucking really need people to stop talking so much. when are you going to realize that people don’t care what you are saying, that the sound of your voice is nauseating to others and that thoughts resembling “i would rather be dying right now than have to listen to one more word come out of your mouth” are running through peoples heads as you...
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