This post is going to be really short. I had tons of resentment bubbling up for an hour, which usually sprouts into vague and ambiguous sentences, and then this one person came along and said to me, in four words: don't be so insecure. And that pretty much cut through all the bullshit.
Took all the fun out of it though.
I still like watching Woody Allen films, even though all the neuroses can be solved with 3 minutes, 2 lines, and 1 scotch. Or is that just me?
It's probably just me.
Or is it?
Oh god.
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