I only begun this post a short time after I woke up this morning. I saw it just now, "Draft." I feel like this post has been a draft far longer.
Emotionless.
I wondered how everything looks serious.
The period on the end of a sentence is like a stage 5 diagnosis of parkinsons.
Flat affect, lack of expression.
I felt like murdering myself when talking to a friend and I choose not to say "lol" or "haha"
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