My existence is so meaningless. I live for decaf.

I have met tens of thousands of people in my life.

None of them care about me.

None of them check up on me.

None of them talk to me.

I have zero in my phonebook.

Some are on my chat client.

Talking to them would be awkward taboo.

They’d shit on me.

I’d be a piece of trash compared to them.

And that’s all.

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