No gurus.
No friends.
No pigeons.
No dads.
No nothing.
At the very least, I can say I’ve tried.
At the very, very, very, very least.
Sigh.
To all the kids out there - love will die after you hit puberty.
Nobody will have time for you anymore.
You might as well kill yourself after that.
Seriously, it’s not worth it.
People are just the worst.
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