People trust me too much. I’m like, why would you tell me that? They betray me, and I betray them, but they give me way more than I give them. They just don’t write everything down like I do. They always try to find something on me, and I usually don’t have anything worth anything. They make stuff up, and I let everything blow up.
I’m a bitch. Don’t be my friend. I don’t want another friend.
At the end of the day, my behavior is a “vicious cycle.”
I find humans are rats. I don’t like a one. I liked Putin for a while. I hoped for redemption.
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