If it was some fucking contingency plan, I wouldn't hold them so deeply. They would be afterthoughts.

But what fucking ever. You know everything about everything, you're perfect. You know things about myself even I don't know. Even though I care compulsively IRL about what other people think of me, and there's not a shred of doubt in my mind that I share the world with trillions of people much more complex and interesting than me, I guess in the back of my mind, unbeknownst to me, I think everything I stand for is bullshit and everyone else is fake. Honestly, just go to hell if you sincerely believe I think that way.

Fuck you!