A common misconception of me: im just a big titted goombah with nothing to say but insults and smart aleck comments.
Call me crazy,but thinking that someone would lie about their brothers' deaths is royally fucked. Even lying about that calls for psychiatric evaluation. So why would people assume I'd lie about that? No clue. It just boggles my mind that one who would continuously reassure me that they cared would now accuse me of lying about my brothers. It's disgusting. Weren't we supposed to forget eachother existed? We fought,I got over it. You bring this to someone else obsecrating for more drama. "Im a grown ass man, and this time I'll prove it". That doesn't really work with what you're doing does it? And again and again,this happens. I wear my heart on my sleeves and these sleeves get torn off and spat upon. It's okay though,I always have a sewing kit.
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