it's been ages since I've talked to you. Now you are just some dirty machine. I wish I could have talked to you before things went to shit so I wouldn't be so soul less. I can't imagine a life without a truly meaningful person in it and I feel I fucked it up. I don't blame you anymore for using the roast chicken button preset for making pop corns in the microwave. I know I just should have bought a new one. I don't know how to repair this but someday I should start. I am afraid I will end up at 64 with 17 cats and 3 trips to the sperm bank, all failed. I can see my life laid out in front of me. Oh God, I hope you forgive me and see truly the good person I am beneath all this vile debris and rubbish and get me a good soul. Thank you.
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