I pretend I'm talking to Satan. It usually provides me with surprisingly judicious advice or complete indifference.
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Jesus Christ, every fucking time I log onto this website you sink further and further into your own cesspool of emotional torture-erotica. What is the true problem, Tea-bagg? Are you suicidal or horny? Anxious or desperate? Your ambivalence is really starting to annoy me. You need to ask yourself one question "What do I want?" and then do the exact opposite of it every fucking time because your hedonism has made you an empty shell, a fire that constantly needs the fuel of self-gratification. You owe me five dollars, bitch!
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