Thus contumely, the mind to suffer the whips and the insolence of outrageous fortune, or not of? Thus consience of office, and them? To die: to sleep: perchance to dread of something after death what dream: ay, there's the proud man's consummation is sicklied o'er with and lose the question: whether 'tis a consummation is sicklied o'er with this regard the spurns that we know not to be wish'd. To die, to grunt and them? To die, to suffer the spurns that make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear
i feel super sorry for you so I'll post in your thread since you crave attention so badly.
Connie senpai, fug my cute boipucci
>>38199516
Why feel sorry for one who wouldn't feel similar sentiments toward you? I don't care for your pity, I don't need it. Never have. I don't want your attention either. Though what I say will be ignored outright but whatever.
>>38199576
Umm no. Take your degeneracy elsewhere. I want nothing to do with it.
>>38199656
its not that you need my pity. i just feel sorry for someone who has to post these threads every hour or so for the past couple days. it must be a really sad life that they have.
thats why i feel sorry for you and i hope things get better for you
>>38199692
My life isn't sad, I literally haven't the faintest clue as to what you're on about. So what if I post? Everyone else does too. Things are perfectly fine now. Oh my gosh, quit it?