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So. School. Class. Study. People. Life. Pretending that we're normal or that this is normal or that's what happened can just be avoided or forgotten or swept under the fucking carpet, because we're all a bunch of chicken shits.

Fortunately, there's at least one person who's entertaining.

Well, he tries.

And I always like a try-er.

I'm bored.

When are we going to Scotland again?